1 Now plead my cause, almighty God, With all the Sons of strife; And fight against the men of blood, Who fight against my life.
2 Draw out thy spear and stop their way, Lift thine avenging rod; But to my soul in mercy say, "I am thy Saviour God."
3 They plant their snares to catch my feet, And nets of mischief spread; Plunge the destroyers in the pit That their own hands have made.
4 Let fogs and darkness hide their way, And slippery be their ground; Thy wrath shall make their lives a prey, And all their rage confound.
5 They fly like chaff before the wind, Before thine angry breath; The angel of the Lord behind Pursues them down to death.
6 They love the road that leads to hell; Then let the rebels die Whose malice is implacable Against the Lord on high.
7 But if thou hast a chosen few Amongst that impious race, Divide them from the bloody crew By thy surprising grace.
8 Then will I raise my tuneful voice To make thy wonders known; In their salvation I'll rejoice, And bless thee for my own.