Psalm 48

THe Lord is great, & great his Fame
Should in his holy mountaine be:
For, Syon is a goodly Frame;
The praise of all the world, is shee.
Shee north-ward stands, & shee doth hight
The Cittie of the King of might.

The Lord, is knowne to be her garde;
For, when great kings against her came,
They much admir'd; admiring, feard;
And, fearing, fledd away with shame:
Ev'n with such pangs, & suchlike feare,
As women that in travaile are.

For, thou, didst raise an Easterne winde,
Which all the shipps of Tarsus brake:
And, Lord of Hoasts, now true we finde,
What others of thy Cittie spake:
Yea, wee have heard, & now wee see,
That, God will still her keeper be. (Selah)

Within thy Temple, wee oh God,
Vpon thy loving-kindnes thought;
Thy Name is published abrode;
With Justice, thy Right-hand is fraught:
And, in thy Iudgments, Syon shall
Reioice, with Iudah's daughters all.
Through Syon goe; about her walke,
Her Bullworks marke, her Turrets heed;
That, of her beauties you may talke
And, tell her glories to your seed:
For, God in life, will be our guide;
And, in our death, our God abide.