CCCXVI. GOD's Fidelity to his Promises.

THE Promises I sing,
Which sov'reign Love hath spoke;
Nor will th' eternal King
His Words of Grace revoke;
They stand secure,
And stedfast still;
Not Zion's Hill
Abides so sure.

The Mountains melt away
When once the Judge appears,
And Sun and Moon decay,
That measure Mortals Years;
But still the same
In radiant Lines
The Promise shines
Thro' all the Flame.

Their Harmony shall sound
Thro' mine attentive Ears,
When Thunders cleave the Ground,
And dissipate the Spheres;
'Midst all the Shock
Of that dread Scene
I stand serene,
Thy Word my Rock.