Psalm 60

Cast off, and scattered in thine Ire:
Lord on our woes with pity look.
The Lands inforc'd Foundations shook;
Whose yawning ruptures Sighs expire.
O cure the Breaches Thou hast rent,
And make Her firmely permanent!

Our Souls thou hast with sorrow fed;
And mad'st us drinke of deadly Wine:
Yet now thy Ensignes giv'st to Thine,
Even when beset with trembling dread;
That we thy Banner may display,
Whil'st Truth to Conquest makes our way.

O heare us, who thy Aide implore;
Lord, with thy owne Right hand defend:
To thy Beloved succour send.
God by his Sanctity thus swore;
I Succoths Valley will divide;
In Shechems Spoiles be magnifi'd.

Mine Gilead is, Manasseh mine;
Ephraim my strength, in battell bold;
Thou Judah shalt my Scepter hold:
I will triumph on Palestine.
Base Servitude shall Moab waste;
O're Edom I my Shooe will cast.

Who will our forward Troups direct,
To Rabbah strongly fortifi'd?
Or into sandy Edom guide?
Lord, wilt not thou, that didst reject,
Nor wouldst before our Armies goe,
Now leade our Host against the Foe?

O then, when Dangers most affright,
Doe thou our troubled Souls sustaine!
For loe! the helpe of Man is vaine.
Through Thee we valiantly shall fight:
Our flying Foes thou shalt tread downe;
And Thine with wreaths of Conquest crowne.