We Have A City Very Strong God Will App
We have a city very strong,
God will appoint salvation,
Her walls and bulwarks for to be.
Set open ye the gates, that so
The righteous nation in may go,
That doth observe the verity.
In perfect peace keep him thou wilt
Whose thoughtful mind on thee is built,
Because he doth on thee rely.
Trust in the Lord for evermore,
For in the Lord Jehovah store
Of strength is to eternity.
For he brings down who dwell on high,
The lofty city low makes lie
He lays it low ev’n to the floor,
Ev’n to the dust he hath it thrown.
The poor man’s feet shall tread it down,
The feet and steps of needy poor.
Uprightness is the just man’s way,
Thou most upright his path dost weigh.
Yea, in thy judgment’s way, O Lord.
For thee we waited and enquire,
To thy name is our soul’s desire,
And thee in mind still to record.
My soul by night desir’d hath thee;
Yea, with my spirit, all in me
In early seeking thee I yearn:
For when on earth thy judgments be,
The dwellers in the world shall see,
That they thy righteousness may learn.
Let to the wicked grace be shown,
Yet right’ousness learn will he none.
But in the land of uprightness
He will both deal unright’ously
And he Jehovah’s majesty
Will not behold, him to confess.
Jehovah, when thy hand on high
Is lifted up, they will not see:
But see, and be asham’d shall they
For envy at thy folk likewise,
The fire of thy doom’d enemies
Shall them devour, ev’n quite away,
Lord, peace for us ordain wilt thou,
For in us thou hast wrought also
Ev’n all our works, our God, O Lord,
Other Lords had dominion
O’er us besides thee, but alone
By thee we will thy name record.
They dead are, they shall live no more,
They are deceased, they therefore
Shall not arise, because thou hast
Them visited, and hast them all
Destroy’d, and their memorial
Thou quite hast made away to waste.
Jehovah thou the nation
Increased hast: the nation
Thou hast increas’d abundantly
Therefore thou glorified art,
Thou hast remov’d it far apart,
Where all the ends of th’ earth do he.
They visit thee, Lord, in the hour
Of trouble, out their pray’r do pour.
On them when thy chastisements light.
As me that is to travail nigh
Is pain’d, and out in pangs doth cry:
So have we been, Lord, in thy sight.
We have conceiv’d, been paid, forth bro’t
As wind, and no deliv’rance wrought
In earth, nor have the worldlings flew.
Thy dead, and mine, shall live and rise,
Who dwell in dust, wake, sing likewise,
For as the dew of herbs thy dew.
Earth shall her dead cast out also.
My folk come, to thy chambers go,
And shut thy doors about thee fast:
Hide thou thy self now as it were
But for a little moment there,
Until the wrath be overpast.
For lo the Lord from’s place doth come
To execute on them the doom
That do upon the earth remain
Because of their iniquity:
Earth also shall her blood descry,
And cover shall no more her slain.