Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.)#14
1 My trust is in my heavenly 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 e'er my pride provok'd them first,
Or once abused my foe,
Then let them tread my life to dust,
And lay mine honour 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 judgement, 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 Tho' leagu'd in guile their malice spread,
A snare before my way;
Their mischiefs on their impious head,
His vengeance shall repay.
9 That cruel persecuting race
Must feel his dreadful sword:
Awake my soul, and praise the grace
And justice of the LORD.
|First Line:||My trust is in my heavenly Friend|
|Title:||God's Care of his People, and punishment of Persecutors|
|Topic:||Appeal to God: against persecutors; God: his care of saints; Persecution: Deliverance from it(1 more...)|