P.LV | Church Hymn Book#P.LVI | P.LVII |
1 O Thou whose justice reigns on high,
And makes the oppressor cease,
Behold how envious sinners try
To vex and break my peace.
2 The sons of violence and lies
Join to devour me, Lord;
But as my hourly dangers rise,
My refuge is thy word.
3 In God most holy, just, and true,
I have repos'd my trust;
Nor will I fear what flesh can do,
The offspring of the dust.
4 They wrest my words to mischief still,
Charge me with unknown faults;
For mischiefs all their counsels fill,
And malice all their thoughts.
5 Shall they 'scape without thy frown?
Must their devices stand?
Oh cast the haughty sinner down,
And let him know thy hand!
6 God counts the sorrows of his saints,
Their groans affect his ears;
Thy mercy counts my just complaints,
And numbers all my tears.
7 When to thy throne I raise my cry,
The wicked fear and flee;
So swift is pray'r to reach the sky,
So near is God to me.
8 In thee, most holy, just and true,
I have repos'd my trust;
Nor will I fear what man can do,
The offspring of the dust.
9 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord,
Thou shalt receive my praise;
I’ll sing, How faithful is thy word!
How righteous all thy ways!
10 Thou hast secur'd my soul from death,
O set thy pris'ner free,
That heart and hand, and life and breath
May be employ'd for thee.
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First Line: | O Thou whose justice reigns on high |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1816 |
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Topic: | Deliverance from Oppression and Falsehood |