A Complaint Against Persecutors

Verse 1

And will the God of grace Perpetual silence keep? The God of justice hold His peace, And let His vengeance sleep?

Verse 2

Behold, what cursed snares The men of mischief spread! The men that hate Thy saints and Thee Lift up their threat'ning head.

Verse 3

Against Thy hidden ones Their counsels they employ, And malice, with her watchful eye, Pursues them to destroy.

Verse 4

The noble and the base Into Thy pastures leap; The lion and the stupid mule Conspire to vex Thy sheep.

Verse 5

"Come, let us join," they cry, "To root them from the ground, Till not the name of saints remain, Nor mem'ry shall be found."

Verse 6

Awake, Almighty God, And call Thy wrath to mind; Give them like forests to the fire, Or stubble to the wind.

Verse 7

Convince their madness, Lord, And make them seek Thy name; Or else their stubborn rage confound, That they may die in shame.

Verse 8

Then shall the nations know That glorious, dreadful word, For Yahweh is Thy name alone, And Thou the sov'reign Lord.