By whom was Da­vid taught
To aim the dead­ly blow,
When he Go­li­ath fought,
And laid the Git­tite low?
Nor sword nor spear the strip­ling took,
But chose a peb­ble from the brook.

’Twas Is­ra­el’s God and king
Who sent him to the fight;
Who gave him strength to fling,
And skill to aim aright.
Ye fee­ble saints, your strength en­dures,
Because young Da­vid’s God is yours.

Who or­dered Gi­de­on forth,
To storm th’in­vad­ers’ camp
With arms of lit­tle worth,
A pit­cher and a lamp?
The trum­pets made His com­ing known
And all the host was ov­er­thrown.

Oh! I have seen the day,
When with a sin­gle word,
God help­ing me to say,
My trust is in the Lord,
My soul hath quelled a thou­sand foes
Fearless of all that could op­pose.

But un­be­lief, self will,
Self right­eous­ness, and pride,
How oft­en do they steal
My wea­pon from my side!
Yet Da­vid’s Lord, and Gi­de­on’s friend,
Will help His ser­vant to the end.