Psalm 56Words: Isaac Watts Deliverance from oppression and falsehood. 1 O Thou whose justice reigns on high, And makes th' oppressor cease, Behold how envious sinners try To vex and break my peace. 2 The sons of violence and lies Join to devour me, Lord; But as my hourly dangers rise, My refuge is thy word. 3 In God most holy, just, and true, I have reposed my trust; Nor will I fear what flesh can do, The offspring of the dust. 4 They wrest my words to mischief still, Charge me with unknown faults; Mischief doth all their counsels fill, And malice all their thoughts. 5 Shall they escape without thy frown ? Must their devices stand ? O cast the haughty sinner down, And let him know thy hand. PAUSE. 6 God counts the sorrows of his saints, Their groans affect his ears; Thou hast a book for my complaints, A bottle for my tears. 7 When to thy throne I raise my cry, The wicked fear and flee; So swift is prayer to reach the sky, So near is God to me. 8 In thee, most holy, just, and true, I have reposed my trust; Nor will I fear what man can do, The offspring of the dust. 9 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord, Thou shalt receive my praise; I '11 sing, "How faithful is thy word, How righteous all thy ways!" 10 Thou hast secured my soul from death, O set thy pris'ner free! That heart and hand, and life and breath, May be employed for thee. |
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