Psa.lm Lix

Lord, I on Thy help depend:
Save me from my cruel foes,
Thou mine innocence defend.
Thou the rage of men oppose,
Men who hate both me and God,
Men who thirst for guiltless blood.

Sworn on me to wreak their hate,
Me to ruin and devour.
For my soul they lie in wait,
Men of dignity and power:
Earth and hell Thou seest combine
Thee to persecute in Thine.

Not for crimes which I have done
Do they now themselves prepare,
To and fro with Satan run,
Vex me with infernal war:
O my God, their fury see,
Now awake, appear for me.

Lord of Hosts, Thine arm reveal,
God of Israel, show Thy might,
Make the harden'd rebels feel.
Come and with Thy haters fight
Blindly who Thy love despise
Open by Thy plagues their eyes.

Lurking in their dens all day,
Summon'd by the evening hour,
See them ranging for their prey.
Seeking whom they may devour,
Yelling with infernal yell,
Howhng like the dogs of hell.

C Foul their mouth, and fill'd with lies,
Swords are in their lips unclean;
Who regards their perjuries?
Surely Thou, O Lord, hast seen.
Thou on them Thy hand shalt turn,
Laugh their idle rage to scorn.

Lord, for this I wait on Thee,
Thou my strong Defence, and Shield,
Thou shalt give mine eyes to see
All my heart's desire fulfill'd,
Thou to me Thy grace shalt show,
Thou shalt all my foes o'erthrow.

Slay them not, O God of grace,
Gracious Thou when most severe;
Only make the faithless race
Monuments of Thy judgments here.
Scatter by Thy vengeful power.
Bring them down to rise no more.

Stop their lying mouths, and turn
On themselves the guilty shame,
Let them own themselves forsworn,
IJaftled in their hellish aim,
Taken in their pride, and bow'd
Down beneath the wrath of God.

All their wickedness consume,
Humbled by Thine anger's blow,
Let them 'scape the wrath to come,
Jacob's God with horror know,
God who there His throne maintains,
God who o'er the heathen reigns.

Or if still they will not yield,
Let the wretches wander on.
Seeking meat, but never fill'd,
Murmuring that their prey is gone,
Howhng till their want of food
Drives the prodigals to God.

But I will Thy power confess.
Early I Thy love will sing;
Thou, my refuge in distress,
Didst to me deliverance bring,
Thee I praise with those above,
God of power, and God of love.

Still in grateful songs of praise
Will I my whole life employ,
Tell the wonders of Thy grace,
Cry aloud and shout for joy.
Still to all mankind proclaim
Jesus is my Saviour's name.