1 Zion, rejoice, and Judah sing,
The Lord assumes his throne;
Let Britain own the heav'nly King,
And make his glories known.
2 The great, the wicked, and the proud,
From their high seats are hurl'd;
Jehovah rides upon a cloud,
And thunders thro' the world.
3 He reigns upon th' eternal hills,
Distributes mortal crowns;
Empires are fix'd beneath his smiles,
And totter at his frowns.
4 Navies, that rule the ocean wide,
Are vanquish'd by his breath;
And legions arm'd with pow'r and pride,
Descend to wat'ry death.
5 Let tyrants make no more pretence
To vex our happy land;
Jehovah's name is our defence,
Our buckler is his hand.
6 [Long may the king, our sov'reign, live,
To rule us by thy word;
And all the honours he can give
Be offer'd to the Lord.]
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First Line: | Zion rejoice and Judah sing |
Title: | Thanksgiving for victory; or, God's dominion and our deliverance |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |