Are all the foes of Zion fools,

Who thus devour her saints?

Do they not know her Savior rules,

And pities her complaints?

They shall be seized with sad surprise;

For God's revenging arm

Scatters the bones of them that rise

To do his children harm.

In vain the sons of Satan boast

Of armies in array;

When God has first despised their host

They fall an easy prey.

O for a word from Zion's King,

Her captives to restore!

Jacob with all his tribes shall sing,

And Judah weep no more.