1 Who will arise and plead my right Against my numerous foes, While earth and hell their force unite, And all my hopes oppose?
2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help, Sustain'd my fainting head, My life had now in silence dwelt, My soul amongst the dead.
3 "Alas! my sliding feet," I cry'd; Thy promise was my prop; Thy grace stood constant by my side, Thy Spirit bore me up.
4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts Within my bosom roll, Thy boundless love forgives my faults, Thy comforts cheer my soul.
5 Powers of iniquity may rise, And frame pernicious laws; But God, my refuge, rules the skies, He will defend my cause.
6 Let malice vent her rage aloud, Let bold blasphemers scoff; The Lord our God shall judge the proud, And cut the sinners off.