1 And will the God of grace Perpetual silence keep? The God of justice hold his peace, And let his vengeance sleep?
2 Behold what cursed snares The men of mischief spread; The men that hate thy saints and thee Lift up their threatening head.
3 Against thy hidden ones Their counsels they employ, And malice with her watchful eye, Pursues them to destroy.
4 The noble and the base Into thy pastures leap; The lion and the stupid ass Conspire to vex thy sheep.
5 "Come, let us join," they cry, "To root them from the ground, "Till not the name of saints remain, "Nor memory shall be found."
6 Awake, almighty God, And call thy wrath to mind; Give them like forests to the fire, Or stubble to the wind.
7 Convince their madness, Lord, And make them seek thy Name Or else their stubborn rage confound, That they may die in shame.
8 Then shall the nations know That glorious dreadful word, Jehovah is thy name alone, And thou the sovereign Lord.