Zion’s King shall ne’er forsake her;—
Where’s th’ oppressor’s fury fled?[[10]]
Scorn the mandates of transgressors;[[11]]
Fear thy God, and fear none other;
’Gainst thyself conspire oppressors,
When they bid thee bind thy brother.
Lo! the captive exile hasteth
To be loosed from thrall, forever;[[12]]
Lo! the power of tyrants wasteth,
Perish soon,—recovered, never!