XLIII. Just Judge of Heav'n, against my Foes

1 Just Judge of Heav'n, against my Foes
Do Thou Assert my injur'd Right:
O! set me free, my God, from those
That in Deceit and Wrong delight.
2 Since Thou art still my only Stay,
Why leav'st Thou me in deep Distress?
Why go I mourning all the Day,
Whilst me insulting Foes oppress?

3 Let me with Light and Truth be blest;
Be these my Guides, and lead the Way,
Till on thy Holy Hill I rest,
And in thy sacred Temple pray.
4 Then will I there fresh Altars raise
To God, who is my only Joy;
And well-tun'd Harps, with Songs of Praise,
Shall all my grateful Hours employ.

5 Why then cast down, my Soul? and why
So much oppress'd with anxious Care?
On God, thy God, for Aid rely;
Who will thy ruin'd State repair.

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First Line: Just Judge of Heav'n, against my Foes
Language: English
Publication Date: 1760
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