Surely the very wrath of man unto thy praise redounds: Thou to the remnant of his wrath wilt set restraining bounds.
Who noise of seas, noise of their waves, and people's tumult, stills.
The heathen rag'd tumultuously, the kingdoms moved were: The Lord God uttered his voice, the earth did melt for fear.
Thou hast a bound unto them set, that they may not pass over, That they do not return again the face of earth to cover.
The words of God are words most pure; they be like silver try'd In earthen furnace, seven times that hath been purify'd.
O God, do thou raise up thyself, the earth to judgment call: For thou, as thine inheritance, shalt take the nations all.