Lo! how restless foes my life pursue!

Verse 1

Lo! how my restless foes my life pursue! With pity, Lord, th' impending peril view;

Verse 2

Many are they, my ruin that desire, And, insolently proud, my death conspire.

Verse 3

But, whate'er terrors compass round my heart, Thou, thou alone my great protector art.

Verse 4

Thee will I praise, O God, on thee rely, And all attempts of mortal rage defy;

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Yet constant they detract from what I speak, And, to distress me, villainously seek;

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To secret places they in crouds retreat, And there t' ensnare my guileless soul they wait.

Verse 7

Shall they escape, and in their crimes go on? Rise in thy fearful wrath, and cast them down.

Verse 8

My toils thou numb'rest, and thou view'st my flight; In thy fair tablet all my tears are writ:

Verse 9

Assur'd I am, that when to thee I cry, Thou wilt assist me, and my foes will fly;

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Thee will I praise, O God; in thee I'll trust, And brave the threat'nings of imperious dust;

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Sav'd by thy hand from my destructive foes, Thee will I praise, to thee I'll pay my vows;

Verse 12

For thou'lt preserve me from the dreary grave, My tott'ring feet, that they not slip, thou'lt save; Favour'd by thee, long life shall I enjoy; Long to thy glory I'll that life employ.