My great avenger thou, O Lord, to thee

Verse 1

My great avenger thou, O Lord, to thee Make I appeal against my enemy; Against the fraudful, the deceitful man Do thou, just God, my righteous cause maintain.

Verse 2

Thou art my surest hope, my strong defence; Why have I not my wonted confidence? Why do I fruitless mourn my sad distress? Why with such fury do my foes oppress?

Verse 3

Beam forth thy light, thy kind assistance lend, And 'gainst their fierce assaults my soul defend. O lead me, lead me to thy holy hill, Where downy peace, where heav'nly comforts dwell.

Verse 4

Then to thy altar I'll with transport go, My heart with strongest gratitude shall glow; My voice in hymns of harmony I'll raise, And strike my lyre, to celebrate thy praise.

Verse 5

Why then, my soul, so dreadfully dismay'd? Why thee such sad distracting griefs invade? Dismiss thy fears, and on thy God rely; E'en yet he'll crown thy brows with victory; Yet with his pow'r thy cause will he support; Thou stiil shalt praise him in his sacred court.