1. They, like to Sion's sared Mount,
Who in the Lord confide.
Shall stand unmov'd, in midst of Storms,
And ever safe abide.
2. Lo! how the Mountains, compassing,
Jerusalem, ascend;
The Lord, his People, so surrounds,
And ever will defend.
3. The Rod of Wickedness shall not
On just Men's Lot remain;
Lest righteous Men put forth their Hands,
And them with Evil stain.
4. To all that are sincerely good,
Thy Goodness, Lord, impart;
O may it freely flow to all
That are upright in Heart.
5. They that to crooked Ways decline,
The Lord shall force them down.
Where wicked Men are doom'd to go;
But Peace shall Isr'el crown.
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First Line: | They, like to Sion's sacred Mount |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1752 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. |