1 Are all the foes of Sion fools, Who thus devour her saints? Do they not know her Saviour rules, And pities her complaints?
2 They shall be seiz'd 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 despis'd their host, They fall an easy prey.
4 O for a word from Sion's King Her captives to restore! Jacob with all his tribes shall sing, And Judah weep no more.