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The Psalms of David · Psalm 125

Firm and unmoved are they That rest their souls on God; Firm as the mount where David dwelt, Or where the ark abode.

As mountains stood to guard The city's sacred ground, So God and his almighty love Embrace his saints around.

What though the Father's rod Drop a chastising stroke, Yet, lest it wound their souls too deep, Its fury shall be broke.

Deal gently, Lord, with those Whose faith and pious fear, Whose hope, and love, and every grace, Proclaim their hearts sincere.

Nor shall the tyrant's rage Too long oppress the saint; The God of Isr'el will support His children lest they faint.

But if our slavish fear Will choose the road to hell, We must expect our portion there, Where bolder sinners dwell.