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 digg'd 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.