1 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.
2 With insolence and fury they My soul in pieces tear, As hungry lions rend the prey When no deliverer's near.
3 If I had e'er provok'd them first, Or once abus'd my foe, Then let him tread my life to dust, And lay mine honour 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 Deliverance for my soul.