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The Forty-sixth Psalm.
God is our Hope and Strength, a present Aid,When threat'ning Dangers on all Sides invade;
Altho' the Cloud-topt Mountains tott'ring shake,
And ev'ry Hill with trembling Horror quake;
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And lodg'd amidst the Terrors of the Sea,
We will not fear—
The Rivers of the Flood at his high Will,
Shall glad the City of God—Sion's Hill
Shall ring aloud with Joy—the Holy Place,
Residence of his more immediate Grace;
God's in the midst of her, his Help alone,
Shall be her surest Stay, and that right soon;
The Heathen Pow'rs mov'd on in dread Array,
But God hath spoke, the Earth shall melt away;
The Lord of Hosts is with us in Distress;
The God of Jacob is our sure Redress:
Come hither and behold his Works, his Wrath,
Shewn in the mighty Ruins of the Earth;
He maketh universal War to cease,
And bids contending Nations be at Peace;
The Bow he breaketh, and the vengeful Spear,
In splint'ring Peices wounds the ambient Air;
The stately Chariots mourn their goodly Frame,
Burnt up, devoured in the greedy Flame;
Be ye still then, and know that I am Lord;
Among the Heathen I will be ador'd,
And no less Homage shall the whole Earth afford:
The Lord of Hosts is with us in Distress;
The God of Jacob is our sure Redress.
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