1 Almighty God, appear and save!
For vice and vanity prevail;
The godly perish in the grave,
The just depart, the faithful fail.
2 The whole discourse when crouds are met,
Is fill'd with trifles loose and vain;
Their lips are flattery and deceit,
And their proud language is profane.
3 But lips that with deceit abound,
Shall not maintain their triumph long:
The God of vengeance will confound
The flattering and blaspheming tongue.
4 Yet shall our words be free, they cry,
Our tongues shall be controul'd by none:
Where is the Lord will ask us why?
Or say our lips are not our own?
5 The Lord, who sees the poor opprest,
And hears the oppressor's haughty strain,
Will rise to give his children rest,
Nor shall they trust his word in vain.
6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often try'd,
Void of deceit shall still appear;
Not silver, seven times purify'd
From dross and mixture, shines so clear.
7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour
Defend the from danger and surprise;
Tho' when the vilest men have power,
On every side oppressors rise.
Source: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David (4th ed.) #22a