Psalm 109

In true and patient hope
My soul on God attends,
And calmly confident looks up
Till He salvation sends:
My Rock and Saviour, He
Shall answer to my call;

And while to Him for help I flee,
I shall not greatly fall.

How long, ye violent men,
Mischief will ye devise?

Ye all shall suddenly be slain,
And perish with your lies:
Who shake your bloody hand
Gainst injured innocence,
Lo! as a bowing wall ye stand,
And as a tottering fence.

Wretches! — 't is all their joy
And study to disgrace,
With lies and slander to destroy,
Whom God delights to raise:
His ruin to ensure,
They practise all their art;
Blessings are in their mouth impure,
And curses in their heart!

But still, in patient hope,
My soul, on God attend,
And calmly confident look up.
Till He salvation send:
I shall His goodness see.
While on His name I call;

He now defends and strengthens me,
And I shall never fall.

Jesus is my defence,
Almighty to redeem;
My rock is His omnipotence.
My glory is in Him:
Into His name I fly.
My refuge and my tower,

And on His faithful love rely,
And find His saving power.
Trust in the Lord alone,
Who helps us from above;
Ye people all, surround His throne.

And hang upon His love.
Pour out your hearts in prayer,
And still on Him depend
And He that doth your burden bear.
Shall keep you to the end.
But never can ye place

Your confidence in men, —
A faithless and delusive race,
And altogether vain!
Deceitful are they all
Of high and low degree;
Both the great vulgar and the small

Are lies and vanity.
Ye powerful to oppress,
Boast not your lawless might.
Your wanton violence, to disseize
The needy of his right.
If God increase your store.

Do not in riches trust;
Nor let your grovelling souls adore
Or lick the golden dust.

The Lord hath oft declared,
And I His voice have known,
Tis His to punish or reward,
All power is His alone:
In perfect righteousness
Thou dost condemn, approve;
Thou art the God of boundless grace,
And everlasting love.