XCI. Laying hold on GOD'S Strength, that we may be at Peace with him.

THUS saith Jehovah from his Seat,
"Who shall presume my Wrath to meet?
"What Rebel-Men or Angels dare
"To wage with me unequal War?

"Close let the Thorns and Briars stand
"In thick Array on either Hand;
"Forth shall my flaming Terrors fly;
"At once they kindle, blaze and dye.

"Presumptuous Sinners, yet be wise
"E'er this o'erwhelming Ruin rise;
"Your vain tumultuous Efforts cease,
"And seek in suppliant Crouds for Peace".

Great GOD, we bless the gentle Sound,
And bow submissive to the Ground;
Thy prostrate Foes let Pity raise,
And form a People to thy Praise.

His thund'ring Storms are silent now;
Calm are the Terrors of his Brow,
Since Jesus makes the Father known,
Our guardian Shield, our chearing Sun.