Third PART

How wondrous great's thy Goodness, Lord, Reserved for the Just; Which thou hast wrought, before the World, For all in Thee, who trust. Thou in thy Presence shalt them skreen From all the Sons of Pride; And cover'd from the Strife of Tongues, In thy Pavilion hide. Forever blessed be the Lord, For wondrous Kindness shown; When threat'ning Dangers me enclos'd, Within a fenced Town. For then in Hast, I rashly said, "I'm banish'd from thine Eyes; Yet thou hast heard my groaning Voice, And answered all my Cries. O love the Lord, all ye his Saints, Who doth the Faithful guard; But on proud Doers justly heaps A plentifull Reward. Then let your Courage firm remain, In his ne'er failing Word; Confirm your Hearts, all ye whose Hope Is fixed on the Lord.