There you go.
Regards, Ivan
"The foes with all their power and pride
Would surely have dismayed us;
For we, His flock, would have to fear
Who rise in might against us.
Their furious wrath, did God permit
Would surely have consumed us
And as a deep and yawning pit
With life and limb entombed us.
Blest be the Lord, Who foiled their threat
That they could not devour us
Our souls, like birds, escaped their net
They could not overpower us.
Their snare is broken
We are free!
Our help is ever, Lord
In Thee."
Leni