5 How great deliverance thou hast wrought Before the sons of men! The lying lips to silence brought, And made their boastings vain!
6 Thy children, from the strife of tongues, Shall thy pavilion hide, Guard them from infamy and wrongs, And crush the sons of pride.
7 Within thy secret presence, Lord, Let me for ever dwell; No fenced city, wall'd and barr'd, Secures a saint so well.