Second PART

Lord, God of Hosts, who's arm'd with Pow'r, Or girt with Truth, like Thee? Proud Waves arise, are still, and calm, As thou do'st rule the Sea. Thou, Egypt's Pow'r, with deadly Wounds, Hast into Pieces broke; Thine Arm of Strength dispers'd thy Foes, With an avenging Stroke. Thine are the Heav'ns, the Earth is thine, Which thou alone hast made; As for the World, with all it's Stores, God it's Foundation laid. The northern, and the southern Poles, Thou, by thy Pow'r, did'st frame; Tabor, and Hermon, famous Mounts, Rejoice shall in thy Name. Thy Arm is mighty, strong thy Hand, Thy Right-hand's fam'd in Deed. Justice and Judgment, found thy Throne, While Grace and Truth, precede. Blest Men! who know the joyful Sound; They in thy Favour walk. All Day, they in thy Name, rejoice; Justice shall them exalt. Thou, Glory of their Strength, shalt raise Our Horn, thro' Favour shown. Iehovah's our Defence; our King Is Isr'el's holy One.