Psalms 7:1

• [Psa 7:1] Jehovah, My God, On Thy Help I Depend

  Jehovah, my God, on Thy help I depend; From all that pursue me O save and defend; Lest they like a lion should rend me at will: While no one is near me their raging to still. When wronged without cause I have kindness returned; But if I my neighbor maltreated and spurned, My soul let the enemy seize for his prey, My life and mine honor in dust let him lay. O Lord, in Thy wrath stay the rage of my foes; Awake, and Thy judgment ordained interpose. Let peoples surround Thee and wait at Thy feet, While o’er them for judgment Thou takest Thy seat. All nations of men shall be judged by the Lord; To me, O Jehovah, just judgment accord, As faithful and righteous in life I have been, And ever integrity cherished within. Establish the righteous, let evil depart, For God, who is just, tries the thoughts of the heart. In God for defense I have placed all my trust; The upright He saves and He judges the just. The Lord with the wicked is wroth every day, And if they repent not is ready to slay; By manifold ruin for others prepared They surely at last shall themselves be ensnared. Because He is righteous His praise will I sing, Thanksgiving and honor to Him will I bring, Will sing to the Lord on Whose grace I rely, Extolling the Name of Jehovah Most High.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 7:1] My Trust Is In My Heavenly Friend

  My trust is in my heavenly Friend, My hope in Thee, my God; Rise and my helpless life defend From those that seek my blood. With insolence and fury they My soul in pieces tear, As hungry lions rend the prey When no deliverer’s near. If I had e’er provoked them first, Or once abused my foe, Then let him tread my life to dust, And lay mine honor low. If there be malice found in me, I know Thy piercing eyes; I should not dare appeal to Thee, Nor ask my God to rise. Arise, my God, lift up Thy hand, Their pride and power control; Awake to judgment and command Deliverance for my soul. Let sinners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust; Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the just? He knows the heart, He tries the reins, He will defend th’upright: His sharpest arrows He ordains Against the sons of spite. For me their malice digged a pit, But there themselves are cast; My God makes all their mischief light On their own heads at last. That cruel persecuting race Must feel His dreadful sword; Awake, my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the Lord.

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  source: Cyberhymnal