LORD, hear the Voice of my Complaint, And to my humble paryer give ear

Verse 1

LORD, hear the Voice of my Complaint, And to my humble Pray'r give Ear; Preserve my Life from cruel Foes, And free my troubled Soul from Fear; Hide me in some secure Retreat; The Plots of all my Foes defeat.

Verse 2

See how, intent to work my Harm, They whet their Tongues like sharpen'd Swords, And bend their Bows to shoot their Darts, Destructive Lies, and bitter Words: In secret, void of Fear and Shame, They at the Just direct their Aim.

Verse 3

To carry on their ill Designs, In frequent Councils they agree; They speak of laying private Snares, And vainly think that none shall see: With Care their wicked Plots they lay; Their Hearts designing to betray.

Verse 4

But GOD, to Anger justly mov'd, His dreadful Bows shall surely bend; And on his flying Arrow's Point Against them swift Destruction send: Their Slander on themselves shall fall, And they be scorn'd and shunn'd by all.

Verse 5

The World shall then GOD's Pow'r confess, And frighten'd Nations trembling stand; Convinc'd that 'tis the mighty Work, Of his uprais'd avenging Hand: For they shall see his Pow'r, and own That he is GOD supreme alone.

Verse 6

Whilst righteous Men whom he secures, Shall in his Mercy gladly trust; and all the list'nign Earth shall hear, The glorious Triumphs of the Just; The true of heart shall bless his Name, And to the world their Joy proclaim.