Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#15b

15b. My trust is in my heav'nly friend

1 My trust is in my heav'nly friend,
My hope in thee, my God;
Rise, and my helpless life defend
From those that seek my blood.

2 With insolence and fury they
My soul to pieces tear;
As hungry lions rend the prey,
When no deliv'rer’s near.

3 IfI had e'er provok'd them first,
Or once abus'd my foe,
Then let them tread my life to dust,
And lay mine honor low.

4 If there be malice found in me,
(I know thy piercing eyes)
I should not dare appeal to thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.

5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,
Their pride and power controul;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliv'rance for my soul.

Pause.

6 [Let sinners and their wicked rage
Be humbled to the dust:
Shall not the God of truth engage
To vindicate the just?

7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins,
He will defend th' upright;
His sharpest arrows he ordains
Against the sons of spite.

8 For me their malice digg'd a pit,
But there themselves are cast:
My God makes all their mischief light
On their own heads at last.]

9 That cruel persecuting race,
Must feel his dreadful sword;
Awake my soul, and praise the grace
And justice of the Lord.

Text Information

• First Line: My trust is in my heav'nly friend
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 7

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