1 Now plead my Cause, Almighty God,
With all the Sons of Strife;
And fight against the Men of Blood,
Who fight against my Life.
2 Draw out thy Spear and stop their Way,
Lift thine avenging Rod;
But to my Soul in Mercy say,
"I am thy Saviour God!"
3 They plant their Snares to catch my Feet,
And Nets of Mischief spread;
Plunge the Destroyers in the Pit
That their own Hands have made.
4 Let Fogs and Darkness hide their Way,
And slippery be their Ground;
Thy Wrath shall make their Lives a Prey,
And all their Rage confound.
5 They fly like Chaff before the Wind,
Before thine angry Breath;
The Angel of the Lord behind
Pursues them down to Death.
6 They love the Road that leads to Hell;
Then let the Rebels die,
Whose Malice is implacable
Against the Lord on high.
7 But if thou hast a chosen Few
Amongst that impious Race;
Divide them from the bloody Crew
By thy surprizing Grace.
8 Then will I raise my tuneful Voice,
To make thy Wonders known;
In their Salvation I'll rejoice,
And bless thee for my own.
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First Line: | Now plead my Cause, Almighty God |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Afflicted: pity to them; Charity: mixed with imprecations; Christ: his love to enemies(7 more...) |
Notes: | Public Domain. |