The Christian, like his Lord of old,

Must look for foes and trials here;

Yet may the weakest saint be bold,

With such a friend as Jesus near.



The lion’s roar need not alarm,

O Lord, the feeblest of thy sheep;

Nor can the fiercest monster harm,

While thou art nigh to watch and keep.



Therefore I will thy foes defy,

And own thee as my God, my friend;

No fear shall make me e’er deny

The God on whom my hopes depend.

Thus saith God of his Anointed;

He shall let my people go;

Tis the work for him appointed,

Tis the work that he shall do;

And my city

He shall found, and build it too.

He shall humble all the scorners,

He shall fill his foes with shame;

He shall raise and comfort mourners

By the sweetness of his name;

To the captives

He shall liberty proclaim.

He shall gather those that wander’d;

When they hear the trumpet’s sound,

They shall join his sacred standard,

They shall come and flock around:

He shall save them;

They shall be with glory crown’d.

Praise ye the Lord; ‘tis good to raise

Our hearts and voices in his praise:

His nature and his works invite

To make this duty our delight.



The Lord builds up Jerusalem,

And gathers nations to his name:

His mercy melts the stubborn soul,

And makes the broken spirit whole.



His church is precious in his sight;

He makes her glory his delight,

His treasures on her head are pour’d;

O Zion’s children, praise the Lord.

There is a fountain fill’d with blood,

Drawn from Immanuel’s veins:

And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,

Lose all their guilty stains.

Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransom’d church of God

Be saved to sin no more.

E’er since by faith I saw the stream

Thy flowing wounds supply,

Redeeming love has been my theme,

And shall be till I die.

Many times since days of youth,

May Israel truly say,

Foes devoid of love and truth

Afflict me day by day;

Yet they never can prevail,

God defends his people still;

Jesus’ power can never fail

To save from all that’s ill.

God hath Zion set apart

For his abiding place;

Sons of wrath and guileful art

He’ll banish from his face:

God for Israel doth fight;

Israel, on thy God depend;

Christ shall keep thee day and night,

Till all thy troubles end.