Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 O Lord my God, since I have placed my trust alone in thee, From all my persecutors' rage do thou deliver me. 2 To save me from my threat'ning foe, Lord, interpose thy pow'r; Lest, like a savage lion, he my helpless soul devour. 3,4 If I am guilty, or did e'er against his peace combine; Nay, if I have not spared his life, who sought unjustly mine 5 Let then to persecuting foes my soul become a prey; Let them to earth tread down my life, in dust my honor lay. 6 Arise, and let thine anger, Lord, in my defense engage; Exalt thyself above my foes and their insulting rage. Awake, awake, in my behalf, the judgment to dispense, Which thou hast righteously ordained for injured innocence. 7 So to thy throne adoring crowds shall still for justice fly; O! therefore for their sakes resume thy judgment-seat on high. 8 Impartial Judge of all the world, I trust my cause to thee; According to my just deserts, so let thy sentence be. 9 Let wicked arts and wicked men together be o'erthrown; But guard the just, thou God, to whom the hearts of both are known. 10,11 God me protects, nor only me, but all of upright heart; And daily lays up wrath for those who from his laws depart. 12 If they persist, he whets his sword, his bow stands ready bent; 13 E'en now, with swift destruction winged, his pointed shafts are sent. 14 The plots are fruitless which my foe unjustly did conceive; 15 The pit he digged for me has proved his own untimely grave. 16 On his own head his spite returns, whilst I from harm am free; On him the violence is fall'n which he designed for me. 17 Therefore will I the righteous ways of Providence proclaim; I'll sing the praise of God most high, and celebrate his Name.