O sov'reign father, view my stubborn foes

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O sov'reign father, view my stubborn foes; With what relentless hate they've 'gainst me rose;

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Around the men of blood my life beset; O hear, and shield me from the woes they threat;

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Lo! to entrap me, they their toils have laid, And e'en the mighty join their pow'rful aid; By me uninjur'd they their fury breathe, And with unbated malice work my death.

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O Lord Jehovah! sov'reign ruler, rise, On their malicious efforts cast thy eyes; These vile transgressors of thy statutes chace, Nor plead thy mercy for the impious race.

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From early dawn like rav'ning dogs they rage, Whose famish'd maws no rapine can assuage; And when the sun his daily talk gives o'er, They fright the peaceful city with their roar.

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From their vile mouths they cast forth bitter words, Which wound more deeply than the keenest swords; For blood, for blood, they roam with open cry, And thy omniscience and thy pow'r defy.

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But thou, O God, not leave me thus forlorn; Thou view'st their mad impieties with scorn;

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My strong defence art thou, when foes invade, And, patient, will I wait thy mighty aid.

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Thou wilt prevent me with thy kind relief; Thy pow'rful hand will dissipate my griefs And, while thou shalt my ceaseless foes destroy, My grateful heart shall glow with honest joy.

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Yet, Lord, our shield, yet slay them not, lest we Forget the gratitude we owe to thee; But bring their proud, their cruel spirits, down, And let them wander in a land unknown.

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And 'cause their virulent, invenom'd tongues, Were fill'd with falshoods and with killing wrongs, 'Cause with their horrid oaths they thee defied, Ensnare them, Lord, in their enormous pride.

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Consume them, O consume them, in thy wrath, Root out their race, and strike them all with death; That the wide earth may know that Jacob's God The just avenger of the righteous stood.

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Or, like to rav'ning dogs, from early dawn Around the city let them roam, forlorn; And when the sun his daily talk gives o'er, For want of food in horrid anguish roar.

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Yet let them roam, and let them roar in vain; Nor one poor morsel to relieve them gain:

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While I thy wond'rous pow'r will sing aloud, At morn will sing the mercies of my God; My God, that made my cruel foes to cease, My God, who gave me strength and gave me peace.