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When foes with cruel hate beset me round

When foes with cruel hate beset me round

Author: Thomas Cradock
Published in 1 hymnal

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1 When foes with cruel hate beset me round,
My fame when impious tongues with slander wound,
Quite destitute of aid, to thee I fly,
To thee, dread father, and thou hear'st my cry.
2 O thou, who art to simple truth a friend,
And dost the honest, guileless heart defend.
From sland'rous lips and undermining tongues
Relieve my soul, and chase away her wrongs.
3 Ye villain-herd, who thus assault my fame,
Your tongues more fatal than devouring flame,
Who wound more deep with your invenom'd words,
Than pointed arrows, or than keenest swords;
What sudden vengeance shall your souls await;
What dreadful judgments shall I deprecate?
5 Alas! the fatal miseries I feel,
Amid the hostile croud constrain'd to dwell,
With men, who to humanity are lost;
And all their cruelties for virtues boast!
6 For blood they thirst, and wars and rapines please,
Nor have they joy in the delights of peace;
7 Fair peace they hate; from her embrace they fly;
War fills their thought, and furnishes their joy.

Source: New Version of the Psalms of David #CXX

Author: Thomas Cradock

Rector of St. Thomas's, Baltimore County, Maryland Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: When foes with cruel hate beset me round
Author: Thomas Cradock
Language: English
Publication Date: 1756
Copyright: This text in in the public domain in the United States because it was published before 1923.



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