Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.
Marston Moor
By William Cox Bennett (1820–1895)H
Praise we the Lord!
Came spurring hard with thousands a score:
Praise we the Lord!
Beleaguered York, that we lay before,
He knew would be ours ere a week was o’er,
So to scatter our hosts he fiercely swore.
To the Lord our God be glory!
Praise we the Lord!
And at morning we heard his march’s hum;
Praise we the Lord!
And with blare of trumpet and roll of drum,
Into York, in their pride, did the scorners come;
But to-night are the cursing lips not dumb?
To the Lord our God be glory!
Praise we the Lord!
That his saints his wrath on their hosts might do;
Praise we the Lord!
He bade us flee, that they might pursue:
So from trench and leaguer straight off we drew,
But we halted on Marston Moor anew;
To the Lord our God be glory!
Praise we the Lord!
While slow hours came and passed away;
Praise we the Lord!
“They will not come to the strife to-day,”
We said, and southwards our march then lay,
But the Lord had doomed them that hour our prey;
To the Lord our God be glory!
Praise we the Lord!
When the fierce Prince bade his trumpets sound;
Praise we the Lord!
Then was spurring and running and fronts faced round.
Upon us they came, with the burst and sound
Of tempests; but ready his own they found;
To the Lord our God be glory!
Praise we the Lord!
Then a pause and a hush fell on the war;
Praise we the Lord!
Then their squadrons thickened, and down once more
Came Rupert and Hell with a rush and a roar,
More fierce and fell than they came before;
To the Lord our God be glory!
Praise we the Lord!
Not theirs the hearts that our God well knew;
Praise we the Lord!
Vessels uncleansed, what would they do!
The godless had ridden them through and through;
The accurséd slay and slay and pursue;
To the Lord our God be glory!
Praise we the Lord!
To us were thy truth and mercy shown;
Praise we the Lord!
Through our closed-up ranks were our trumpets blown;
Then no shout, but a deep psalm rose alone,
And we knew that our God would his might make known.
To his holy name be glory!
Praise we the Lord!
“On! smite for the Lord! spare not!” we heard;
Praise we the Lord!
Hotly our spirits within us stirred;
Reins were loosened and flanks were spurred,
And the heathen went down before God and his word.
To his name alone be the glory!
Praise we the Lord!
And the arm of our God was strong to slay;
Praise we the Lord!
He gave us the proud ones for a prey;
He chased the mighty from out our way;
He gave us the high ones low to lay.
To the Lord alone be the glory!
Praise we the Lord!
Where are ye who cried ’gainst his saints aloud?
Praise we the Lord!
The great of the earth in death are bowed;
They who vaunted their strength his breath has cowed;
Bloody they lie, where the kite screams loud.
To the Lord our God be glory!
Praise we the Lord!
He hath raised the foolish and shamed the wise;
Praise we the Lord!
In him our rock and our sure hope lies;
To him shall the cry of his servants rise;
Woe to them who his chosen dare despise!
To the Lord our God be glory!
Praise we the Lord!
He shall break ye, ye sons of Dagon, again;
Praise we the Lord!
He shall winnow the chaff from the priceless grain;
He shall skim the pot till no dross remain;
And the Lord our God and his saints shall reign!
To the Lord alone be glory!