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Psalm 125:2 [Firm And Unmov’d Are They]
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Psalm 125:2. S. M.
The saints’ trial and safety;
or, Moderated afflictions.

Firm and unmov’d are they
That rest their souls on God;
Firm as the mount where David dwelt
Or where the ark abode.

As mountains stood to guard
The city’s sacred ground,
So God and his almighty love
Embrace his saints around.

What tho’ the Father’s rod
Drop a chastising stroke,
Yet, lest it wound their souls too deep,
Its fury shall be broke.

Deal gently, Lord, with those
Whose faith and pious fear,
Whose hope, and love, and every grace
Proclaim their hearts sincere.

Nor shall the tyrant’s rage
Too long oppress the saint;
The God of Israel will support
His children lest they faint.

But if our slavish fear
Will chuse the road to hell,
We must expect our portion there
Where bolder sinners dwell.