Scripture Verse

Arise, O Lord…deliver my soul from the wicked. Psalm 17:13

Introduction

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Isaac Watts
(1674–1748)

Words: Is­aac Watts, The Psalms of Da­vid 1719. Por­tion of saints and sin­ners; or hope and des­pair in death.

Music: Cam­bridge (Har­ris­on) Ralph Har­ris­on, 1784. Ar­ranged by Sam­u­el S. Wes­ley, 1872 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Samuel S. Wesley
(1810–1876)

Lyrics

Arise, my gracious God,
And make the wicked flee;
They are but Thy chastising rod,
To drive Thy saints to Thee.

Behold, the sinner dies,
His haughty words are vain;
Here in this life his pleasure lies,
And all beyond is pain.

Then let his pride advance,
And boast of all his store;
The Lord is my inheritance,
My soul can wish no more.

I shall behold the face
Of my forgiving God;
And stand complete in righteousness,
Washed in my Savior’s blood.

There’s a new heav’n begun,
When I awake from death,
Dressed in the likeness of Thy Son,
And draw immortal breath.