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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Israel saved, and the Assyrians destroyed. In Judah God of old was known; His name in Isr'el great; In Salem stood his holy throne, And Zion was his seat. Among the praises of his saints His dwelling there he chose; There he received their just complaints Against their haughty foes. From Zion went his dreadful word, And broke the threat'ning spear, The bow, the arrows, and the sword, And crushed th' Assyrian war. What are the earth's wide kingdoms else But mighty hills of prey? The hill on which Jehovah dwells Is glorious more than they. 'Twas Zion's King that stopped the breath Of captains and their bands; The men of might slept fast in death, And never found their hands. At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God, Both horse and chariot fell: Who knows the terrors of thy rod? Thy vengeance who can tell? What power can stand before thy sight, When once thy wrath appears? When heav'n shines round with dreadful light, The earth lies still and fears. When God in his own sovereign ways Comes down to save th' oppressed, The wrath of man shall work his praise, And he'll restrain the rest. [Vow to the Lord, and tribute bring, Ye princes, fear his frown; His terror shakes the proudest king, And cuts an army down. The thunder of his sharp rebuke Our haughty foes shall feel; For Jacob's God hath not forsook But dwells in Zion still.]
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