Isaac Watts · 81 of 724

Psalm 35 Part 1

Now plead my cause, Almighty God, With all the sons of strife; And fight against the men of blood, Who fight against my life.

Draw out thy spear and stop their way, Lift thine avenging rod; But to my soul in mercy say, "I am thy Savior God!"

They plant their snares to catch my feet, And nets of mischief spread; Plunge the destroyers in the pit That their own hands have made.

Let fogs and darkness hide their way, And slipp'ry be their ground; Thy wrath shall make their lives a prey, And all their rage confound.

They fly like chaff before the wind, Before thine angry breath; The angel of the Lord behind Pursues them down to death.

They love the road that leads to hell; Then let the rebels die, Whose malice is implacable Against the Lord on high.

But if thou hast a chosen few Amongst that impious race, Divide them from the bloody crew, By thy surprising grace.

Then will I raise my tuneful voice, To make thy wonders known; In their salvation I'll rejoice, And bless thee for my own.