SONG OF VICTORY,
ON THE, DEATH OF GOLIATH.
Strike with joy the wild harp's string,
God, O Israel, is your King!
We have slain our deadliest foe,
David's arm hath laid him low.
God, O Israel, is your King!
We have slain our deadliest foe,
David's arm hath laid him low.
Saul hath oft his thousands slain,
His trophies have bedecked the plain;
But David's tens of thousands lie
In slaughtered millions, mounted high.
His trophies have bedecked the plain;
But David's tens of thousands lie
In slaughtered millions, mounted high.
Sound the trumpet—strike the string,
Loud let the song of victory ring;
Wreathe with glory David's brow,
He hath laid Goliath low.
Loud let the song of victory ring;
Wreathe with glory David's brow,
He hath laid Goliath low.
Mark him on yon crimson plain;
He is conquered—he is slain;
He who lately rose so high,
Scoffed at man, and braved the sky.
He is conquered—he is slain;
He who lately rose so high,
Scoffed at man, and braved the sky.
Strike with joy the wild harp's string,
God, O Israel, is your King!
We have slain our deadliest foe,
David's arm hath laid him low.
God, O Israel, is your King!
We have slain our deadliest foe,
David's arm hath laid him low.
