Second PART

The Lord, to David, sware in Truth, The Oath he never will disown; "That, one, descended from thy Loins, "Shall surely sit upon thy Throne. "And if thy Sons my Cov'nant keep, "And to my sacred Laws submit; "Their Children also, evermore, "Upon thy royal Throne shall sit. Because the Lord hath Sion chose; And there desir'd to have his Seat. This is my Rest forever; here I'll dwell; for I've desired it. I'll surely bless her growing Stores; And satisfy her Poor with Food. Her Priests, with my Salvation, cloath; Her Saints, with Joy, shall shout aloud. There David's Horn I'll make to bud; There mine Anointed's Lamp ordain. With Shame I'll cloath his Foes; on him His Crown shall flourishing remain.