Now plead my cause, al­migh­ty God,
With all the sons of strife;
And fight against the men of blood,
Who fight against my life.

Draw out Thy spear and stop their way,
Lift Thine av­eng­ing rod;
But to my soul in mercy say,
I am thy Sav­ior God!

They plant their snares to catch my feet,
And nets of mis­chief spread;
Plunge the de­stroy­ers in the pit
That their own hands have made.

Let fogs and dark­ness hide their way,
And slip­pe­ry be their ground;
Thy wrath shall make their lives a prey,
And all their rage con­found.

They fly like chaff be­fore the wind,
Before Thine an­gry breath;
The an­gel of the Lord be­hind
Pursues them down to death.

They love the road that leads to hell;
Then let the re­bels die,
Whose mal­ice is im­pla­ca­ble
Against the Lord on high.

But if Thou hast a chos­en few
Amongst that im­pi­ous race,
Divide them from the bloody crew,
By Thy sur­pris­ing grace.

Then I will raise my tune­ful voice,
To make Thy won­ders known;
In their sal­va­tion I’ll re­joice,
And bless Thee for my own.