1 Are all the foes of Sion fools,
Who thus destroy her saints?
Do they not know her Saviour rules,
And pities her complaints?

2 They shall be seiz'd with sad surprise;
For GOD's avenging arm
Shall crush the hand that dares arise,
To do his children harm.

3 In vain the sons of satan boast
Of armies in array;
When GOD has first despis'd their host,
They fall an easy prey.

4 Oh for a word from Sion's king,
Her captives to restore!
The joyful saints thy praise shall sing,
And Israel weep no more.