Do thou, O God, in mercy help

Verse 1

Do Thou, O God, in Mercy help; for Man my Life pursues: To crush me with repeated Wrongs, he daily Strife renews.

Verse 2

Continually my spiteful Foes to ruin me combine: Thou seest, who sitt'st inthrone'd on high, what mighty Numbers join.

Verse 3

But, tho' sometimes surpriz'd by Fear (on Danger's first Alarm); Yet still for Succour I depend on thy almighty Arm.

Verse 4

God's faithful Promise I shall praise, on which I now rely: In God I trust, and, trusting Him, the Arm of Flesh defy.

Verse 5

They wrest my Words, and make 'em speak a Sense they never meant: Their Thoughts are all, with restless Spite, on my Destruction bent.

Verse 6

In close Assemblies they combine, and wicked Projects lay; They watch my Steps, and lie in wait to make my soul their Prey.

Verse 7

Shall such Injustice still escape? O righteous God, arise; Let thy just Wrath (too long provok'd) this impious Race chastise.

Verse 8

Thou numb'rset all my wand'ring Steps, since first compel'd to flee: My very Tears are treasur'd up, and register'd by Thee.

Verse 9

When therefore I invoke thy Aid, my Foes shall be oe'rthrown; For I am well assur'd, that God my righteous Cause will own.

Verse 10

I'll trust God's Word, and so despise the Force that Man can raise:

Verse 11

To Thee, O God, my Vows are due; to Thee I'll render Praise.

Verse 12

Thou hast retriev'd my Soul from Death, and Thou wilt still secure The Life Thou hast so oft preserv'd, and make my Footsteps sure: That thus, protected by thy Pow'r, I may this Light enjoy: And in the Service of my God my lengthen'd Days employ.