1 Who will arise and plead my right
Against my num'rous foes;
While earth and hell their force unite,
And all my hopes oppose.
2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help,
Sustain'd my fainting head,
My life had now in silence dwelt,
My soul amongst the dead.
3 "Alas! my sliding feet!" I cry'd,
Thy promise bore me up;
Thy grace stood constant by my side,
And rais'd my sinking hope.
4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts
Within my bosom roll,
Thy boundless love forgives my faults,
Thy comforts cheer my soul.
5 Powers of iniquity may rise,
And frame pernicious laws;
But God my refuge rules the skies,
He will defend my cause.
6 Let malice vent her rage aloud,
Let bold blasphemers scoff;
The Lord our God shall judge the proud,
And cut the sinners off.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | Who will arise and plead my right |
| Title: | God our support and comfort; or, Deliverance from temptation and persecution |
| Meter: | Common Metre |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1791 |
| Scripture: | |
| Notes: | Now Public Domain. Second part |