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

2 They shall be siez'd with sad surprize;
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 O for a word from Zion's king,
Her captives to restore!
The joyful saints thy praise shall sing,
And Israel weep no more.