Words: Isaac Watts
Victory and deliverance from persecution.
1 Are all the foes of Zion fools, Who thus devour her saints? Do they not know her Savior rules, And pities her complaints?
2 They shall be seized with sad surprise; For God's revenging arm Scatters the bones of them that rise To do his children harm.
3 In vain the sons of Satan boast Of armies in array; When God has first despised their host/ They fall an easy prey.
4 O for a word from Zion's King, Her captives to restore! Jacob with all his tribes shall sing, And Judah weep no more.