A poem on Psalm 48.
Great is the Lord—His Praise be told
within His City, strong and bold.
On Zion’s hill, His Holy Place,
the Earth beholds His glorious face.
Her towers rise, her walls stand tall, —
a Refuge sure for one and all.
The kings advanced—their armies came,
but trembled at the Lord’s great Name.
They saw, they fled, their courage broke
like ships undone by tempest’s stroke.
The Hand of God was swift and strong;
their boasts of power did not last long.
We’ve Heard, we’ve Seen, and so we Tell
how God within His City dwells.
Forever firm, her strength remains,
for God Himself her throne sustains.
O Lord, your love endures through time;
Your Name resounds in every clime.
With Justice robed, You lead the way;
Your deeds are told from day to day.
Walk Zion’s walls—her ramparts trace;
consider well her dwelling place.
Tell future generations clear:
our God is Faithful, ever Near.
Forevermore, He is our Guide, —
through every Trial, at our side.
His Love, a Light—His Truth, a Rod, —
our King, our Fortress, our great God.
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