THE foes of Zion quake for fright,

THE foes of Zion quake for fright, Where no fear was they quail; For well they know that sword of might Which cuts through coats of mail.

The Lord of old defiled their shields, And laugh'd their spears to scorn; Their bones lay scatter'd o'er the field, By dogs and vultures torn.

Let Zion's foes be fill'd with shame; Her sons are bless'd of God; Though scoffers now despise their name The Lord shall break the rod.

Oh would our God to Zion turn, God with salvation clad; Then Judah's harps should music learn, And Israel be glad. Charles H. Spurgeon,