Scripture Verse

O Lord my God, in Thee do I put my trust: save me from all them that persecute me, and deliver me. Psalm 7:1


Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Words: Is­aac Watts, The Psalms of Da­vid 1719. God’s care of His peo­ple, and pu­nish­ment of per­se­cu­tors.

Music: Grä­fen­berg Jo­hann Crü­ger, Prax­is Pi­eta­tis Me­li­ca 1647 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Johann Crüger (1598–1662)


My trust is in my hea­ven­ly friend,
My hope in Thee, my God;
Rise, and my help­less life de­fend
From those that seek my blood.

With in­so­lence and fu­ry they
My soul in piec­es tear,
As hun­gry li­ons rend the prey
When no de­li­ver­er’s near.

If I had e’er pro­voked them first,
Or once abused my foe,
Then let him tread my life to dust,
And lay mine hon­or low.

If there be ma­lice found in me,
I know Thy pierc­ing eyes;
I should not dare ap­peal to Thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.

Arise, my God, lift up Thy hand,
Their pride and pow­er con­trol;
Awake to judg­ment and com­mand
Deliverance for my soul.

Let sin­ners and their wick­ed rage
Be hum­bled to the dust;
Shall not the God of truth en­gage
To vin­di­cate the just?

He knows the heart, He tries the reins,
He will de­fend th’upright:
His sharp­est ar­rows He or­dains
Against the sons of spite.

For me their ma­lice dug a pit,
But there them­selves are cast;
My God makes all their mis­chief light
On their own heads at last.

That cru­el per­se­cut­ing race
Must feel His dread­ful sword;
Awake, my soul, and praise the grace
And jus­tice of the Lord.