Psalm LIX. Short Metre. For Deliverance from the Savages

Lord let our humble cry Before thy throne ascend; Behold us with compassion's eye, And still our lives defend.

For foes a num'rous band Against our lives conspire; They aim destruction thro' the land, And spread the raging fire.

Beneath the silent shade, Their secret plots they lay, Our peaceful towns by night invade And waste the fields by day.

And will the God of grace, Regardless of our pain, Permit secure that bloody race To riot o'er the slain?

In vain their secret guile Or open force they prove; Thine eye can pierce the deepest veil, Thy hand their force remove.

Deliver us from death, Send our invaders home; Or drive them with thy powerful breath Thro' distant wilds to roam.

Then shall our grateful voice Proclaim our guardian God; In thy salvation we'll rejoice, And sound thy praise abroad.