WHEN  and the nations round,
Th' inveterate foes of  and of God,
Lie vanquish'd, dormant on the dreary waste
Of far extended ruin; and involv'd
In hideous woe, and desolation wide,
Then shall  lift her cheerful head;
Put forth the leaves of glad prosperity;
And, after all the gloomy scene of grief
And sad affliction, flourish and revive
In all the bright serenity of peace.
As the gay rose, when winter storms are past,
Warm'd with the influence of a kinder sun,
Comes from the bud with a vermilion blush,
Cheering the sight, and scattering all around
A balmy odour, that perfumes the skies.
She shall rejoice with joy unspeakable,
And, fraught with richest blessings from above,
Spring forth in all the pride of
Whose lofty cedars, wond'rous to behold,
In bodies huge, and to the skies erect
Stand eminent, branch over branch out-spread
In reg'lar distances, and verdant shades,
Emblem of happy state. Nor shall the hills
Of fragrant  rich in fruitful soil;
Nor  flow'ry plain in all its bloom,
Array'd in Nature's goodliest attire,
And breathing fresh a gale of heav'nly sweets,
Spring forth in greater glory. For the Lord
His goodness will declare, that knows no bounds;
And all the people shall behold his might,
And see the wonders of omnipotence.