My injr'd cause, my great protector, plead

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Thy injur'd cause, my great protector, plead; And 'gainst invet'rate foes thy servant aid:

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Arm, arm, put on the buckler and the shield;

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Arm, arm, and meet them in th' embattl'd field; O bid my soul to rid her of her fear; Tell her, her great deliverer is near.

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With bitter shame, with foul disgrace meet they, Who with insidious snares beset my way; In sure confusion all their schemes involve, Whose vile invenom'd hearts my death resolve.

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Let thy avenging angel press them close, While they (like chaff, that, when the tempest blows, Is driv'n far and wide) with terror fly; Yet be no aid, no kind protector, nigh: Their path be slipp'ry, and let night surround; To death let thy avenging angel wound.

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For, causeless, they their secret snares have laid; Me to destroy, they lurk in ambuscade.

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But let their hidden toils themselves ensnare, Be theirs the ruin, they for me prepare.

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Then shall my soul sincerely taste her joy; Shall feel her happiness without alloy:

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My bones shall cry; "my God, who's like to thee, "That dost the humble from oppression free, "That curb'st of lawless tyranny the pow'r, "And bidst the broken heart to grieve no more?"

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'Gainst me their cruel enmity not dies; 'Gainst me with cursed virulence they rise, Lay to my charge unheard-of villainy, And load my guiltless soul with infamy:

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With bitter hatred all my friendship pay, And my perdition work by night, by day.

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Not so did I--when sickness sore opprest, And hov'ring death their anguish'd hearts distrest, In sackcloth I, in ashes for them moan'd; For them I fasted, and for them I groan'd; Quick flow'd my tears; to thee I prostrate pray'd, That thou'dst not number them among the dead.

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So, when a dear-lov'd friend or brother dies, The soul sicere with killing anguish sighs, With sorrow thus is pain'd the pious son, The tender object of his duty gone.

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Soon they repay'd me with ingratitude; When swift calamity my steps pursued, They all rejoic'd, and, at my mis'ries gay, They danc'd, they revell'd, they kept holiday; Their villain-feasts the very abjects join'd, And there with them my ruin they design'd;

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Yes; mere buffoons their vile associates were, Who grinn'd their malice with an envious sneer.

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But, Lord, how long wilt thou thy patience shew? And view with seeming unconcern my woe? From their destructive wiles relieve my soul: Their cruel schemes, their vile attempts controul:

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Then in the great assembly I will sing Thy praise, and to thy glory tune the string.

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O let not my inhuman foes rejoice, Nor mock my mis'ries with insulting voice; Nor seem by their deriding leers to boast, That I thy favour and thy love have lost.

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For peace they hate, with impious malice fraught, Dire strife employs their tongue, and fills their thought; And with their curst devices they conspire 'Gainst men of gentle mind, that peace desire;

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At me loll out their tongues, and, flouting, say: "Our eyes at length behold th' expected day."

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This hast thou seen, O Lord; be still no more, But shield me, guard me, by thy gracious pow'r;

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To judgment now, O mighty God, awake; Stir up thy vengeance, nor my cause forsake:

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I to thy righteous justice make appeal; Stop their proud boasts; their ill-tim'd triumphs quell:

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No more let their big hearts insulting cry; "He falls at length, and ours the victory:"

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But since they made my miseries their boast, In dire oblivion let their names be lost; Since they, invetrate, my perdition sought, Bring all their hopes, their flatt'ring views to nought.

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While those dear souls, that wish'd my cause success, Sincere delight, sublimest joy possess; So Thy great beneficence, thy justice praise, And sing thy glory in harmonious lays;

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Then shall my tongue thy righteous pow'r display, And hymn thy honour'd name the live-long day.