Isaac Watts Psalm 7

Psalms "Imitated in the Language of the New Testament"

Psalm 7

Words: Isaac Watts

God's care of his people.


 * 1 My trust is in my heav'nly Friend,
 * My hope in thee, my God;
 * Rise, and my helpless life defend
 * From those that seek my blood.


 * 2 With insolence and fury they
 * My soul in pieces tear,
 * As hungry lions rend the prey,
 * When no deliv'rer's near.


 * 3 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.


 * 4 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.


 * 5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,
 * Their pride and power control;
 * Awake to judgment, and command
 * Deliv'rance for my soul.


 * PAUSE


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


 * 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins,
 * He will defend th' upright;
 * His sharpest arrows he ordains
 * Against the sons of spite.


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


 * 9 That cruel, persecuting race
 * Must feel his dreadful sword:
 * Awake, my soul, and praise the grace
 * And justice of the Lord.