Psalm 125

They, who the Lord their Fortresse make,
Shall like the Towers of Sion rise;
Which dreadfull Earth-quakes never shake,
Nor raging tumults of the skies.
Lo! as the Hils of Solyma
Divine Jerusalem enclose:
So shall his Angels in the Day
Of danger, shield them from their Foes.
The Wicked shall not long subject
Their holy Race; lest through despaire
They should the Lawes of God neglect,
And be as their Commanders are.
Lord, to the Good be good; the Just
Protect: Their punishments increase,
Who follow their rebellious lust:
But crowne thy Israel with Peace.