Psalm 48 Poem by Justin Reamer

Yahweh is great and supremely to be praised
in the city of our God,
the holy mountain, beautiful where it rises,
joy of the whole world;

Mount Zion, deep heart of the North,
city of the Great King;
here among her palaces,
God proved to be her fortress.

There was a rallying, once, of kings,
advancing together along a common front;
they looked, they were amazed,
they panicked, they ran!

There they shuddered and writhed
like women in labour,
it was the east wind, that wrecker
of ships of Tarshish!

What we had heard we saw for ourselves
in the city of our God,
the city of Yahweh Sabaoth,
God-protected for ever.

God, in Your Temple,
we reflect on Your love:
God, Your praise, like Your Name,
reaches to the ends of the world.

Your right hand holds the victory;
Mount Zion rejoices,
the daughters of Judah exult
to have Your rulings.

Go through Zion, walk round her,
counting her towers,
admiring her walls,
reviewing her palaces;

then tell the next generation
that God is here,
our God and leader,
for ever and ever.