XXXI. Triumph in GOD'S Protection.

LEGIONS of Foes beset me round,
While marching o'er this dang'rous Ground;
Yet in Jehovah's Aid I trust,
And in his Pow'r superior boast.

My Buckler he: His Shield is spread
To cover this defenceless Head:
Now let the fiercest Foes assail,
Their Darts, I count, as rattling Hail.

He is my Rock, and he my Tow'r;
The Base how firm! the Walls how sure!
The Battlements how high they rise!
And hide their Summits in the Skies.

Deliv'rances to GOD belong;
He is my Strength, and he my Song;
The Horn of my Salvation he,
And all my Foes dispers'd shall flee.

Thro' the long March my Lips shall sing
My great Protector, and my King,
Till Zion's Mount my Feet ascend,
And all my painful Warfare end.

Rais'd on the shining Turrets there
Thro' all the Prospect wide, and fair,
A Land of Peace his Hosts survey,
And bless the Grace, that led the Way.