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Psalms 53:3-6
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[Psa 53:4] Are All The Foes Of Sion Fools
Are all the foes of Sion fools,
Who thus devour her saints?
Do they not know her Savior rules,
And pities her complaints? They shall be seized with sad surprise;
For God’s revenging arm
Scatters the bones of them that rise
To do His children harm. In vain the sons of Satan boast
Of armies in array;
When God has first despised their host
They fall an easy prey. O for a word from Zion’s King,
Her captives to restore!
Jacob with all his tribes shall sing,
And Judah weep no more. |
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[Psa 53:4] In Vain The Powers Of Darkness Try
In vain the powers of darkness try
To work the Church’s ill,
The Friend of sinners reigns on high,
And checks them at His will. Though mischief in their hearts may dwell,
And on their tongues deceit,
A word of His their pride can quell,
And all their aims defeat. My trust is in His grace alone;
His house shall be my home.
How sweet His mercies past to own,
And hope for more to come. |
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[Psa 53:5] Foes Of Zion Quake For Fright, The
The foes of Zion quake for fright,
Where no fear was they quail;
For well they know that sword of might
Which cuts through coats of mail. The Lord of old defiled their shields,
And laughed their spears to scorn,
Their bones lay scattered o’er the field,
By dogs and vultures torn. Let Zion’s foes be filled with shame;
Her sons are blessed of God;
Though scoffers now despise their name
The Lord shall break their rod. Oh, would our God to Zion turn,
God with salvation clad;
Then Judah’s harps should music learn,
And Israel be glad. |
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[Psa 53:6] O That The Lord’s Salvation
O that the Lord’s salvation
Were out of Zion come,
To heal His ancient nation,
To lead His outcasts home! How long the holy city
Shall heathen feet profane?
Return, O Lord, in pity;
Rebuild her walls again. Let fall Thy rod of terror;
Thy saving grace impart;
Roll back the veil of error;
Release the fettered heart. Let Israel, home returning,
Their lost Messiah see;
Give oil of joy for mourning,
And bind Thy church to Thee. |
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