O en'my! now destructions have an end perpetual: Thou cities raz'd; perish'd with them is their memorial.
Unto the ends of all the earth wars into peace he turns: The bow he breaks, the spear he cuts, in fire the chariot burns.
The face of God is set against those that do wickedly, That he may quite out from the earth cut off their memory.
From infants' and from sucklings' mouth thou didest strength ordain, For thy foes' cause, that so thou might'st th' avenging foe restrain.
Then let the foe pursue and take my soul, and my life thrust Down to the earth, and let him lay mine honour in the dust.
The righteous cry unto the Lord, he unto them gives ear; And they out of their troubles all by him deliver'd are.