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 deliverer’s near.
3 If I had e'er provoked them first,
Or once abused 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 control;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliverance for my soul.
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 digged 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.
Source: Psalms of Grace #7a
First Line: | My trust is in my heav'nly Friend |
Title: | God's care of his People, and Punishment of Persecutors |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | 8.6.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |