Scripture Verse

Through Thee will we push down our enemies: through Thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us. For I will not trust in my bow, neither shall my sword save me. But Thou hast saved us from our enemies, and hast put them to shame that hated us. In God we boast all the day long, and praise Thy name for ever. Psalm 44:5–8


Philip Doddridge

Words: Phi­lip Dodd­ridge (1702–1751). Pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in Hymns Found­ed on Va­ri­ous Texts in the Ho­ly Scrip­tures, by Job Or­ton (Shrop­shire, Eng­land: Jo­shua Ed­dowes & John Cot­ton, 1755), num­ber 366: A mil­i­tary Ode.

Music: Ly­ons at­trib­ut­ed to Jo­hann M. Hay­dn (1737–1806). Ar­ranged by Will­iam Gar­di­ner, Sac­red Me­lo­dies (Lon­don: 1815) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Johann M. Haydn


Probably com­posed by Da­vid, to be sung when his ar­my was march­ing out to war against the rem­nant of the de­vot­ed na­tions of Ca­naan, and first went up in sol­emn pro­ces­sion to the house of God at Je­ru­sa­lem, there, as it were, to con­se­crate the arms, which he put in­to their hands.

Philip Dodd­ridge


O praise ye the Lord, prepare a new song,
And let all His saints in full concert join;
Ye tribes all assemble, the feast to prolong,
In solemn procession, with music divine.

O Israel, in Him that made thee, rejoice,
Let all Zion’s sons exult in their king;
While to martial dances you join a glad voice,
Your lutes, harps and timbrels, in harmony bring.

The Lord in His saints still finds His delight,
Salvation from Him the meek shall adorn;
They well may be joyful, sustained by His might,
And crowned by His favor may lift up their horn.

Let carpets be spread, and banquets prepared,
Those altars around, whence incense ascends;
Whilst anthems of glo­ry thro’ Salem are heard,
And God, whom we worship, indulgent attends.

Then as your hearts bound with music and wine,
Inspired by the God who reigns in the place,
Unsheath all your weapons, and bright let them shine,
And brandish your falchions, while chanting His praise.

Then march to the field, the heathen defy,
And scatter His wrath on nations around;
Like angels of vengeance your swords lift on high,
And boast that Je­ho­vah commissions the wound.

Their generals subdued, your triumphs shall grace,
And loaded with chains, their kings shall be brought;
The necks shall ye trample of Canaan’s proud race,
And all their last remnant for slaughter be sought.

No rage of your own such rigor demands;
A sentence divine your arms must fulfill;
Of old He this vengeance consigned to your hands,
And in sacred volumes recorded His will.

This honor, ye saints, appointed for you,
All-grateful receive, and faithful obey,
And while this dread pleasure resistless ye do,
Still make His high praises the song of the day.