1 Thou, whose justice reigns on high, And makes th' oppressor cease, Behold how envious sinners try To vex and break my peace!
2 The Sons of violence and lies Join to devour me, Lord; But as my hourly dangers rise, My refuge is thy word.
3 In God most holy, just, and true, I have repos'd my trust; Nor will I fear what flesh can do, The offspring of the dust.
4 They wrest my words to mischief still, Charge me with unknown faults; Mischief doth all their councils fill, And malice all their thoughts.
5 Shall they escape without thy frown? Must their devices stand? O cast the haughty sinner down, And let him know thy hand!