Proclaim him king, pronounce him blest;
He’s your defence, your joy, your rest:
When terrors rise, and nations faint,
God is the strength of ev’ry saint.
Psalm 60 Poem by Isaac Watts Lord, hast thou cast the nation off?Must we for ever mourn?Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath?Shall mercy ne’er return? The terror of one frown of thineMelts all our strength away;Like men that totter drunk with wine,We tremble in dismay. Great […]