1 Save me, my God; protect me from the foe,
That all may fear, thy name, thy pow'r may know;
2 List to my pray'r; O turn a gracious ear,
3 For strangers strike my heart with sudden fear;
Against my peace the fierce oppressors rise;
And have not set thy vengeance 'fore their eyes.
4 But lo! the Lord's my help; he'll free my soul;
He'll the vile schemes of cruel men controul;
5 By their own impious arts themselves shall fall,
And in the toils they've laid shall perish all.
6 Therefore to him the solemn vow I'11 pay,
His praise I'll sing, his goodness I'll display;
7 For he from my distress will set me free,
And give success against my enemy.