Yea, what is good the Lord shall give; our land shall yield increase:
For God the Lord's a sun and shield: he'll grace and glory give; And will withhold no good from them that uprightly do live.
The earth her fruit shall yield, our God shall blessing send.
Of corn an handful in the earth on tops of mountains high, With prosp'rous fruit shall shake, like trees on Lebanon that be. The city shall be flourishing, her citizens abound In number shall, like to the grass that grows upon the ground.