THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM. XLVIII

Great is the Lord, immensely great; Greatly let them his Praise confess, In City of our God who dwell, That Mountain of his Holiness. Mount Zion, Joy of all the Earth, Most beautifully scituate; There the great King, on her North Side, His City built in royal State. God in her Palaces is known To be a Refuge strong, and high. For, lo! when Kings against her came, They only pass'd together by. They came, they saw, they were amaz'd; With Terror fill'd, confus'dly fled. As Women in their Trav'ling Hours, There were they seiz'd with Pain and Dread. So the fierce boist'rous eastern Winds, The Mid-land Sea to Fury wrought; And the proud Fleets, from Tarshish Coast, Were into sudden Ruin brought. In City of the Lord of Host, We've seen, what us our Fathers told; God, his lov'd City, still preserves, And will, thro' future Times uphold.