Psalm 64 (Tate & Brady)

1 Lord hear the voice of my complaint,

to my request give ear;

Preserve my life from cruel foes,,

and, save my soul from fear

2 O hide me with thy tend'rest care

in some secure retreat,

From sinners that against me rise,

and all their plots defeat,

3 See how, intent to work my harm,

they whet their tongues like swords

And bend their bows to shoot their darts,

sharp lies and bitter words.

4 Lurking in private, at the just

they take their secret aim;

And suddenly at him they shoot,

quite void of fear and shame.

5 To carry on their ill designs

they mutually agree;

They speak of laying private snares,

and think that none :shall see.

6 With utmost diligence and care

their wicked plots they lay;

The deep designs of all their hearts

are only to betray.

7 But God, to anger justly moved,

his dreadful bow shall bend,

And on his flying arrow's point

shall swift destruction send.

8 Those slanders, which their mouths did vent,

upon themselves shall fall;

Their crimes disclosed, shall make them be

despised and shunned by all.

9 The world shall then God's pow'r confess,

and nations trembling stand,

Convinced that 'tis the mighty work

of his avenging hand.

10 Whilst righteous men, whom God secures,

in him shall gladly trust;

And all the list'ning earth shall hear

loud triumphs of the just.