Are all the foes of Sion fools,

Who thus devour her saints?

Do they not know her Saviour rules,

And pities her complaints?

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.

In vain the sons of Satan boast

Of armies in array:

When God has first despis'd their host,

They fall an easy prey.

O for a word from Sion's King

Her captives to restore!

Jacob with all his tribes shall sing,

And Judah weep no more.