IV. Tho' Hills be in the Ocean loft, No Fear fhall e'er moleft the Juft, V. What tho' th' ungovern'd wild Abyss What tho' the watʼry Legions rise, And lash th' affrighted Shore? VI. What tho' the trembling Mountains nod, Nor stand the rolling War? Sion,fecure, enjoys the Flood, Loud-ecchoing from afar. VII. The Lord most high on Sion Hill Has fix'd his fure Abode; Nor Nor dare th' impetuous Waves affail The City of our God! VIII. Nations remote, and Realms unknown In vain reject his Sway ;.. For lo! Jehovah's Voice is fhown, And Earth fhall melt away! IX. Let War's devouring Tempefts rise, And rage on ev'ry Side; The Lord of Hofts our Refuge is, And Jacob's God our Guide. |