At hearing they shall me obey, to me they shall submit.
The haters of the Lord to him submission should have feign'd; But as for them, their time should have for evermore remain'd.
Say unto God, How terrible in all thy works art thou! Through thy great pow'r thy foes to thee shall be constrain'd to bow.
The spearmen's host, the multitude of bulls, which fiercely look, Those calves which people have forth sent, O Lord our God, rebuke, Till ev'ry one submit himself, and silver pieces bring: The people that delight in war disperse, O God and King.