1 Great is the Lord, and greatly heis to be praised still,Within the city of our God,upon his holy hill.
2 Mount Sion stands most beautiful,the joy of all the land;The city of the mighty Kingon her north side doth stand.
3 The Lord within her palacesis for a refuge known.
4 For, lo, the kings that gather'd weretogether, by have gone.
5 But when they did behold the same,they, wond'ring, would not stay;But, being troubled at the sight,they thence did haste away.
6 Great terror there took hold on them;they were possess'd with fear;Their grief came like a woman's pain,when she a child doth bear.
7 Thou Tarshish ships with east wind break'st: