Ye that love the cause of Zion,

Though despis’d of men, and few,

Arm’d with boldness like the lion,

Fear not all that men can do.

What though all the world oppose;

God is stronger than her foes.



Now, ye people, walk around her,

View her walls, and count her towers;

See how God, her King and founder,

Keeps her safe from hostile powers:

Zion’s children live secure;

God has made their dwelling sure.



Foes of Zion, fight no longer;

Here submission will be gain:

Zion’s King will prove the stronger,

And with power her cause maintain.

He secures her gates and walls:

‘Tis on you the ruin falls.

Lord, I forego all anxious thought,

And cast on thee my care;

Content that thou art over all,

And rulest everywhere.

Teach me to listen for thy voice

When the storm howleth loud;

Help me to look for light from thee,

Beneath the darkest cloud.

Thy face I seek with earnest prayer,

For thou art all my stay,

Now let thy mighty arm appear

And drive my griefs away.

At thy rebuke, O Jacob’s God,

Both horse and chariot fell:

Who knows the terrors of thy rod?

Thy vengeance who can tell?

What power can stand before thy sight,

When once thy wrath appears?

When heaven shines round with dreadful light,

The earth lies still and fears.

Happy the church, thou sacred place,

The seat of thy Creator’s grace;

Thine holy courts are his abode,

Thou earthly palace of our God!



Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates

A guard of heavenly warriors waits;

Nor shall thy deep foundations move

Fix’d on his counsels and his love.



Thy foes in vain designs engage,

Against his throne in vain they rage;

Like rising waves, with angry roar,

That dash and die upon the shore.



Then let our souls in Zion dwell,

Nor fear the wrath of Rome nor hell;

His arms embrace this happy ground,

Like brazen bulwarks built around.