X. Thy Presence why withdraw'st thou Lord?

1 Thy Presence why withdraw'st thou Lord?
why hid'st thou now thy Face,
When dismal Times of deep Distress
call for thy wonted Grace?
2 The Wicked, swell'd with lawless Pride,
have made the Poor their Prey:
O let them fall by those Designs
which they for others lay.

3 For strait they triumph, if Success
their thriving Crimes attend;
And sordid Wretches, whom God hates,
perversly they commend.
4 To own a Pow'r aove themselves
their haughty Pride disdains;
And therefore in their stubborn Mind
no Thought of God remains.

5 Oppressive Methods they pursue,
and all their Foes they slight;
Because thy Judgments unobserv'd
are far above their Sight.
6 They fondly think their prosp'rous State
shall unmolested be;
They think their vain Designs shall thrive,
from Disappointment free.

7 Vain and deceitful is their Speech,
with Curses fill'd, and Lies;
By which the Mischief of their Heart
they study to disguise.
8 Near public Roads they lie conceal'd,
and all their Art employ,
The Innocent and Poor at once
to rifle, and destroy.

9 Not Lions, couching in their Dens,
surprise their heedless Prey
With greater Cunning, or express
more savage Rage, than they.
10 Sometimes they act the harmless Man,
and modest Looks they wear;
That, so deciev'd, the Poor may less
their sudden Onset fear.

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11 For God, they think, no Notice takes
of their unrighteous Deeds;
He never minds the suff'ring Poor,
nor their Oppression heeds.
12 But thou, O Lord, at length arise
stretch forth thy mighty Arm;
And, by the Greatness of thy Pow'r,
defend the Poor from Harm.

13 No longer let the Wicked vaunt,
and proudly boasting, say,
"The Lord regards not what we do,
"he never will repay."
14 But sure, thou seest, and all their Deeds
impartially dost try:
The Orphan, therefore, and the Poor,
on thee for Aid rely.

15 Defenceless let the Wicked fall,
of all their Strength bereft;
Confound, o God, their dark Designs,
till no Remains are left.
15 Assert thy just Dominion, Lord,
which shall for ever stand:
Thou, who the Heathen did'st expel
from this thy chosen Land.
17 Thou dost the humble Suppliants hear,;
that to thy Throne repair;
Thou first prepar'st their Hearts to pray,
and then accept'st their Pray'r.

18 Thou, in thy righteous Judgment, weight'st
the Fatherless and Poor;
That so the Tyrants of the Earth
may persecute no more.

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First Line: Thy Presence why withdraw'st thou Lord?
Language: English
Publication Date: 1760
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