1 Hold not thy Peace, O Lord our God,
no longer silent be;
Nor with consenting quiet Looks
our Ruin calmly see!
2 For lo! the Tumults of thy foes
o'er all the Land are spread;
And they which hate thy Saints and Thee,
lift up their threatning Head.
3 Against thy zealous People, Lord,
they craftily combine;
And to destroy thy chosen Saints
have laid their close Design.
4 "Come let us cut them off, say they,
"their Nation quite deface;
"That no Remembrance may remain
"of Isr'el's hated Race."
5 Thus they against thy Peoples Peace
consult with one Consent:
And diff'ring Nations jointly leagu'd,
their common Malice vent.
6 The Ishm'elites that dwell in Tents,
with warlike Edom join'd;
And Moab's Sons our Ruin vow,
with Hagar's Race combin'd.
7 Proud Ammon's Offspring, Gebal too
with Amalek conspire:
The Lords of Palestine, and all
the wealthy Sons of Tyre.
8 All these the strong Assyrian King
their firm Ally have got;
Who with a pow'rful Army aids
th'incestuous Race of Lot.
9 But let such Vengeance come to them,
as once to Midian came;
To Jabin and proud Sisera,
at Kishon's fatal Stream.
10 When thy right Hand their num'rous Hosts
near Endor did confound,
And left their Carcases for Dung
to feed the hungry Ground.
11 Let all their mighty Men the Fate
of Zeb and Oreb share:
As Zeba and Zalmunnah, so
let all their Princes fare.
12 Who, with the same Design inspir'd,
thus vainly boasting spake,
"In firm Possession for ourselves
"let us God's Houses take."
13 To Ruin let them haste,like Wheels
which downward swiftly move:
Like Chaff before the Winds, let all
their scatter'd Forces prove.
14,15 As Flames consume dry Wood, or Heath
that on parch'd Mountains grows,
So let thy fierce pursuing Wrath
with Terror strike thy Foes.
16,17 Lord, shroud their Faces with Disgrace,
that they may own thy Name:
Or them confound, whose harden'd Hearts
thy gentler Means disclaim.
18 So shall the wond'ring World confess
that Thou, who claim'st alone
Jehovah's Name, o'er all the Earth
hast rais'd thy lofty Throne.