PSALM LXXVI.

Tate and Brady

3 He brake the bow and arrows there,
The shield, the temper'd sword, and spear;
There slain the mighty army lay:
4. Whence Sion's fame through earth is spread,
Of greater glory, greater dread,
Than hills where robbers lodge their prey.

5 Their valiant chiefs, who came for spoil,
Themselves met there a shameful foil;
Securely down to sleep they lay:
But wak'd no more; their stoutest band
Ne'er lifted one resisting hand
'Gainst his, that did their legions slay.

6 When Jacob's God began to frown,
Both horse and charioteers, o'erthrown,
Together slept in endless night:
7. When thou, whom earth and heav'n revere,
Dost once with wrathful look appear,
What mortal pow'r can stand thy sight?

8 Pronounc'd from heav'n, earth heard its doom;
Grew hush'd with fear, when thou didst come,
9 The meek with justice to restore.
10 The wrath of man shall yield thee praise;
Its last attempts but serve to raise
The triumphs of Almighty pow'r,

11 Vow to the Lord, ye nations bring
Vow'd presents to th' eternal King;
Thus to his Name due rev'rence pay:
12 Who proudest potentates can quell;
To earthly kings more terrible,
Than to their trembling subjects they.