Psalter 18

Verse 1
Why standest Thou afar, O Lord,
Why art Thou hid in trouble's hour?
The wicked persecute the poor
In haughty pride and reckless pow'r

Verse 2
Let their devices work their fall,
For in their shame is all their pride;
And while they seek unrighteous gain
The Lord of justice is defied.

Verse 3
The wicked thinks in foolish pride,
There is no God Who will repay;
He has no fear of God or man
Because God's judgments long delay.

Verse 4
Unmoved by fear of coming doom,
On fraud and wickedness intent,
With craft he lurks and waits to catch
The helpless and the innocent.

Verse 5
A lion crouching for his prey,
He waits the poor to overthrow;
He thinks that God remembers not,
Or hides His face and will not know.

Verse 6
Arise, O Lord, lift up Thy hand,
O God, protect the poor and meek;
Why should the proud Thy justice doubt,
And words of bold defiance speak?

Verse 7
O Lord, Thou wilt indeed requite,
The sin and sorrow Thou dost see;
The helpless and the fatherless
Commit themselves, O Lord, to Thee.

Verse 8
Break Thou the pow'r of wicked men
And let their works no longer stand;
The Lord is King for evermore,
Who drove the nations from His land.

Verse 9
Lord, Thou hast heard the lowly prayer,
The fainting heart Thou wilt restore,
The helpless cause Thou wilt maintain,
That mortal man may boast no more.
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