Psalm CXXIX. Long Metre. (A new version.) The Counsels of Enemies disappointed

How often have our restless foes Their arts employ'd to vex our land! But God did kindly interpose, His power hath made our feet to stand.

By subtil wiles as dark as night, Their malice lay a while conceal'd; But soon the mischief sprang to light, And all their projects stood reveal'd,

With pride and power and lifted hand, They dealt their vengeful blows around; Our backs were like the furrow'd land, When ploughmen break the stubborn ground.

But secret arts and open force Have never mov'd our stedfast feet; His justice still maintains its course, And he will all their plots defeat.

Like wither'd grass, their hopes shall fade, Nor God nor man their counsels bless; No friendly hand shall lend them aid, No tongue shall wish them good success.