A Song of degrees of David.

First Version (C.M.)

8,6,8,6

^1Had not the Lord been on our side,

may Israel now say;

^2Had not the Lord been on our side,

when men rose us to slay;

^3They had us swallow'd quick, when as

their wrath gainst us did flame:

^4Waters had cover'd us, our soul

had sunk beneath the stream.

^5Then had the waters, swelling high,

over our soul made way.

^6Bless'd be the Lord, who to their teeth

us gave not for a prey.

^7Our soul's escaped, as a bird

out of the fowler's snare;

The snare asunder broken is,

and we escaped are.

^8Our sure and all-sufficient help

is in Jehovah's name;

His name who did the heav'n create,

and who the earth did frame.