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 abus'd 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 control;
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 spight.
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.
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First Line: | My trust is in my heavenly Friend |
Title: | God's Care of his People, and Punishment of Persecutors |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1785 |
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