Words: Isaac Watts The subtitles before each part are Watts'.
Part 1, v. 1-9. Prayer and faith of persecuted saints. 1 Now plead my cause, Almighty God, With all the sons of strife; And fight against the men of blood, Who fight against my life. 2 Draw out thy spear and stop their way, Lift thine avenging rod; But to my soul in mercv say, "I am thy Savior God!" 3 They plant their snares to catch my feet, And nets of mischief spread; Plunge the destroyers in the pit That their own hands have made. 4 Let fogs and darkness hide their way, And slipp'ry be their ground; Thy wrath shall make their lives a prey, And all their rage confound. 5 They fly like chaff before the wind, Before thine angry breath; The angel of the Lord behind Pursues them down to death. 6 They love the road that leads to hell; Then let the rebels die, Whose malice is implacable Against the Lord on high. 7 But if thou hast a chosen few Amongst that impious race, Divide them from the bloody crew, By thy surprising grace. 8 Then will I raise my tuneful voice, To make thy wonders known; In their salvation I'll rejoice, And bless thee for my own. Part 2, v. 12-14 Love to enemies. 1 Behold the love, the gen'rous love, That holy David shows; Hark, how his sounding bowels move To his afflicted foes ! 2 When they are sick his soul complains, And seems to feel the smart; The spirit of the gospel reigns, And melts his pious heart. 3 How did his flowing tears condole As for a brother dead ! And fasting mortified his soul, While for their life he prayed. 4 They groaned, and cursed him on their bed, Yet still he pleads and mourns; And double blessings on his head The righteous God returns, 5 Glorious type of heav'nly grace ! Thus Christ the Lord appears; While sinners curse, the Savior prays, And pities them with tears. 6 He, the true David, Isr'el's King, Blessed and beloved of God, To save us rebels, dead in sin, Paid his own dearest blood.