Psalm CXL. Long Metre. Deliverance from Enemies

Great God, our haughty foes repel, Their rage by power superior quell; Save us from their vindictive tongue. And guard us from the hand of wrong.

The tongue, by wisdom unsubdu'd, From bliss its owner shall exclude; Destruction follows fast behind The feet to wickedness inclin'd.

Our heart has known thee, Lord, prepar'd The helpless and the poor to guard; To save them from oppression's jaws, And vindicate the injur'd cause.

The soul, subjected to thy fear With gratitude thy voice shall hear; Shall bow their wills to thy command And in thy sight accepted stand.