CXVII. The Standard of the Spirit lifted up.

GOD of the Ocean, at whose Voice
The threatning Floods are heard no more,
Behold their Madness and their Noise,
And silence the tumultuous Roar.

Here Streams of pois'nous Error swell;
There rages Vice in ev'ry Form;
They join their Tide, led on by Hell,
And Zion trembles at the Storm.

Almighty Spirit, raise thine Arm,
And lift the Saviour's Standard high;
Thy People's Hearts with Vigour warm,
And call thy chosen Legions nigh.

Wak'd by thy well-known Voice they come,
And round the sacred Banner throng:
Zion, prepare the Conqu'ror Room,
While Triumph bursts into a Song.

"The LORD on high, when Billows roar,
"Superior Majesty displays,
"And by one Breath of sov'reign Pow'r
"Hushes the Noise of foaming Seas".