Processional Parade

Fits tune: St Patrick's Breastplate

('I bind unto myself this day')

Based on parts of Psalm 68

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Let God arise, enemies be scattered

Let them that hate Him before Him flee

Flee, be gone, as smoke driven away

We process in victory this day

At presence of God wicked melt

They His righteous judgement have felt

But let the righteous all be glad

He comforts them, they stay not sad

 

Let the righteous now all rejoice

For they have made the Lord their choice

Exceeding glad they all may be

Share with their Lord eternity

Sing unto God and praise His name

Extol Him who e'er stays the same

His name JEHOVAH, high over all

Welcoming to who on Him call

 

O God when you in power went forth

Before your people, they you had sought

When you through wilderness did march

The heavens dropped, earth shook, desert parch[ed]

E'en mighty Sinai, awesome mount

Saw you, your glories did recount

At presence of the Lord most high

Yet to your people you are nigh

 

Chariots of God twenty thousand are

E'en thousands of angels, many by far

Outnumbering evil, your praise we sing

Almighty One, Lord o'er everything

You have ascended now on high

Hear prayers of those who to you cry

You bless us with daily benefits

Enduing us as grace befits

 

Singers go forth in procession long

Let all contribute in joyful song

And dance and clap, all instruments

Employ, focus on Him, each sense

There twelve tribes go, they celebrate

Your goodness, not mere luck or fate

For God has commanded your strength

He will you favour at great length

 

To Him who rides the heavens of heavens

Sing unto Him in 'perfect sevens'*

His voice He does sound out, 'tis heard

And is a mighty voice, His word

Ascribe you strength to God most high

Who ever lives, will never die

His excellency o'er Israel

His strength is in the clouds, we tell

 

O God, how terrible, awesome you are

We would you worship from afar

Yet you have bid us through your Son

Come to you, He the atoning One

Before you we in Him do stand

Gathered from each and every land

'Tis you O God, strength, power give

To your people that they may live

 

* 'perfect sevens' - Seven is a symbolic number for perfection.

If non-rhyming this could be replaced by 'perfectly'.