God doth avenge me, and subdues the people under me.
The heathen people under us he surely shall subdue; And he shall make the nations under our feet to bow.
My goodness, fortress, my high tow'r, deliverer, and shield, In whom I trust: who under me my people makes to yield.
O come, let us sing to the Lord: come, let us ev'ry one A joyful noise make to the Rock of our salvation.