1 Who will arise and plead my right
Against my num'rous 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 chear my soul.

5 Pow'rs 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.