GOD'S Government, Zion's Joy. Isaiah lii.-7

Ye Subjects of the LORD, proclaim The royal Honours of his Name; Jehovah reigns, be all your Song. 'Tis he, thy GOD, O Zion, reigns, Prepare thy most harmonious Strains Glad Hallelujahs to prolong.

Ye Princes, boast no more your Crowns, But lay the glitt'ring Trifles down In lowly Honour at his Feet; A Span your narrow Empire bounds, He reigns beyond created Rounds, In self-sufficient Glory great.

Tremble, ye Pageants of a Day, Form'd like your Slaves of brittle Clay, Down to the Dust your Sceptres bend: To everlasting Years he reigns, And undiminish'd Pomp maintains, When Kings and Suns and Time shall end.

So shall his favour'd Zion live; In vain confed rate Nations strive Her sacred Turrets to destroy; Her Sov'reign sits enthron'd above, And endless Pow'r, and endless Love Ensure her Safety, and her Joy.