1 Almighty God, appear and save!
For vice and vanity prevail:
The godly perish in the grave –
The just depart – the faithful fail.

2 The whole discourse, when crouds are met,
Is fill'd with trifles loose and vain;
Their lips are flatt'ry and deceit,
And their proud language is profane.

3 But lips that with deceit abound,
Shall not maintain their triumph long:
The God of vengeance will confound
The flattering and blaspheming tongue.

4 Yet shall our words be free, they cry;
"Our tongues shall be controul'd by none:
"Where is the Lord, will ask us why?
"Or say, our lips are not our own?

5 The Lord, who sees the poor oppress'd,
And hears th' oppressor's haughty strain,
Will rise to give his children rest,
Nor shall they trust his word in vain.

6 Thy word, O Lord, though often try'd,
Void of deceit shall still appear;
Not silver, sev'n times purify'd
From dross and mixture, shines so clear.

7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour
Defend the from danger and surprise;
Though when the vilest men have power,
On every side oppressors rise.