Part I.

T HE Lord, my Strength, be only prais'd,
The Lord, Who hath my courage rais'd,
In doubtful battle giv'n me might,
And skill how to direct and fight.
My Fautor, Fortress, high-built Tow'r;
My Rock, Redeemer, Shield and Pow'r;
My only Confidence, Who still
Subjects my people to my will.
Lord, what is man, or his frail race,
That Thou should'st such a vapour grace?
Man nothing is but vanity,
A shadow swiftly gliding by.
Great God, stoop from the bending skies,
The mountains touch, and clouds shall rise.
From thence Thy winged lightning throw,
Rout and confound the flying foe.
Stretch down Thy Hand, which only saves,
And snatch me from the furious waves.
Free from rebellious enemies,
Inur'd to perjuries and lies,
Their hands defil'd with fraud and wrong.
Then will I, m a new-made song,
Unto the softly warbling string,
Of Thy illustrious praises sing.

Part II.

Thou kings preserv'st, hast me preserv'd,
Ev'n David, who Thy will observ'd.
Free from rebellious enemies,
Inur'd to perjuries and lies;
Foul deeds their violent hands defile,
Hands prone to treachery and guile.
That in their youth our sons may grow
Like laurel groves; our daughters show
Like polish'd pillars deck'd with gold,
Which high and royal roofs uphold;
Our magazines abound with grain,
Provision of all sorts contain;
Increasing flocks our pastures fill,
And well-fed steers the fallows till;
That no incursions peace affright,
No armies join in dreadful fight;
No daring foe our walls invest,
Nor fearful shrieks disturb our rest.
Blest people! who in this estate
Enjoy yourselves without debate:
And happy, O thrice happy they,
Who for their God, the Lord obey!