Thro' all the years, may Israel say,
My bitter foes have oft assailed,
Have sought my hurt in fierce array,
Yet over me, have not prevailed.
Tho' scars of conflict and distress
Remain to tell of trials past,
Jehovah in His righteousness
Has safely bro't us thro' at last.
The foes of Zion shall be brought
To hopeless flight and put to shame;
Their wicked plans shall come to nought
And all mankind forget their name.
To them no kindly friend shall say,
God bless you now and speed you well;
No grateful heart for them shall pray,
May God's rich blessing on you dwell.
- Psalter Number: 361