Part I.

O THOU that art my confidence,
And strong defence;
From those who my sad fall intend
Great God, defend;
Lest lion-like, if none control,
They tear my persecuted soul.

If I am guilty, if there be
Deceit in me,
If ill I ever to my friend
Did but intend,
Or rather have not succour'd those
Who were my undeserved foes;

Let them my stained soul pursue,
With hate subdue;
Let their proud feet in triumph tread
Upon my head;
My life out of her mansion thrust,
And lay my honour in the dust.

Against my dreadful enemies,
Great God, arise;
Just Judge, Thy sleeping wrath awake,
And vengeance take;
Then all shall Thee adore alone:
O King of kings, ascend Thy throne!

Part II.

Judge Thou my foes; as I am free,
So judge Thou me:
Declare Thou my integrity;
For Thou dost try
The heart and reins; the just defend,
The malice of the wicked end.

God is my shield; He help imparts
To sincere hearts;
The good protects, but menaceth
The bad with death;
Nor will, unless they change, relent;
He whets His sword, His bow is bent.

Dire instruments prepared hath
Of deadly wrath;
And will at those who persecute
Swift arrows shoot;
Who wicked thoughts conceiv'd, now great
With mischief travail, hatch deceit.

Who digg'd a pit first fell therein,
Caught by his sin;
On his own head his outrage shall
Like ruins fall;
But I, O Thou Eternal King,
Will of Thy truth and justice sing.