My God! while impious men,
With malice in their heart,
My peace destroy, my life defame,
Thy guardian grace impart.

Daily they lie in wait
My footsteps to betray,
And deadly snares for me they set,
Beside my peaceful way.

Oh! hear my humble cry,
Their cherish'd hopes destroy;
Their arts confound, their plots disclose,
And blast their envious joy.

Thou wilt sustain the poor,
And bid th' afflicted sing;
Before thee shall thy children dwell, —
Their Father and their King.