1. The foes of Zion quake for fright,
Where no fear was they quail;
For well they know that sword of might
Which cuts through coats of mail.
2. The Lord of old defiled their shields,
And laughed their spears to scorn,
Their bones lay scattered o’er the field,
By dogs and vultures torn.
3. Let Zion’s foes be filled with shame;
Her sons are blessed of God;
Though scoffers now despise their name
The Lord shall break their rod.
4. Oh, would our God to Zion turn,
God with salvation clad;
Then Judah’s harps should music learn,
And Israel be glad.
|First Line:||The foes of Zion quake for fright|
|Title:||The Foes of Zion Quake for Fright|
|Author:||Charles H. Spurgeon (1866)|
|Source:||Our Own Hymn Book, 1866|
|Composer:||William Tans'ur (1734)|
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