Psalm 48

Great is the Lord and worthy all praise in the city of our God. His holy mountain,

that rises so fair, is the joy of all the world. Like the mount of the gods is Mount Zion, the city of the great king.

Once God made himself known as the defence of her palaces.

For see! A concert of kings passed over the frontier together.

But one glance, and they were astounded; they hastened away in dismay.

Trembling took hold of them there, like the pains of a woman in labour.

They were shattered, as east wind shatters the giant ships in pieces.

What we heard, we now have seen in the city of the Lord of hosts, the city of our God. God will uphold her forever. Selah

We think, O God, of your love, in the midst of your temple.

Your fame, O God, like your name, shall extend to the ends of the earth. Victory fills your hand.

Let mount Zion be glad; let the daughters of Judah rejoice because of your judgments.

Walk about Zion, go round her; count her towers.

Set your mind on her ramparts, consider her palaces; that you tell to the next generation

That such is God, our God he it is who shall guide us for ever and ever.