Psalm 7

Words: Isaac Watts

    God's care of his people.
   1  My trust is in my heav'nly Friend,
         My hope in thee, my God;
      Rise, and my helpless life defend
         From those that seek my blood.
   2  With insolence and fury they
         My soul in pieces tear,
      As hungry lions rend the prey,
         When no deliv'rer's near.
   3  If I had e'er provoked them first,
         Or once abused my foe,
      Then let him tread my life to dust,
         And lay mine honor low.
   4  If there be malice found in me,
         I know thy piercing eyes;
      I should not dare appeal to thee,
         Nor ask my God to rise.
   5  Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,
         Their pride and power control;
      Awake to judgment, and command
         Deliv'rance for my soul.
   6  Let sinners, and their wicked rage,
         Be humbled to the dust;
      Shall not the God of truth engage
         To vindicate the just?
   7  He knows the heart, he tries the reins,
         He will defend th' upright;
      His sharpest arrows he ordains
         Against the sons of spite.
   8  For me their malice digged a pit,
         But there themselves are cast;
      My God makes all their mischief light
         On their own heads at last.
   9  That cruel, persecuting race
         Must feel his dreadful sword:
      Awake, my soul, and praise the grace
         And justice of the Lord.

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