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Preserve me, Lord, from crafty Foes

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #CXL (1760) Hymnal Title: A New Version of the Psalms of David Lyrics: 1 Preserve me, Lord, from crafty Foes of treacherous Intent; 2 And from the Sons of Violence, on open Mischief bent. 3 Their sland'ring Tongues the Serpent's Sting in sharpness does exceed: Between their Lips the Gall of Asps and Adders Venom breed. 4 Preserve me, Lord, from wicked Hands, nor leave my Soul forlorn, A Prey to Sons of Violence, who have my Ruin sworn. 5 The proud for me have laid their Snare, and spread their wily Net; With Traps and Gins wheree'er I move, I find my Steps beset. 6 But thus environ'd with Distress, Thou art my God I said; Lord, hear my supplicating Voice, that calls to Thee for Aid. 7 O Lord, the God whose saving Strength kind Succour did convey, And cover'd my advent'rous Head in Battle's doubtful Day; 8 Permit not their unjust Designs to answer their Desire; Lest they, encourag'd by Success, to bolder Crimes aspire. 9 Let first their Chiefs the sad Effects of their Injustice mourn; The Blast of their envenom'd Breath, upon themselves return. 10 Let them who kindled first the Flame, its Sacrifice become; The Pit they digg'd for me, be made their own untimely Tomb. 11 Tho' Slander's Breath may raise a Storm, it quickly will decay; Their Rage does but the Torrent swell, that bears themselves away. 12 God will assert the poor Man's Cause, and speedy Succour give; The Just shall celebrate his Praise, and in his Presence live. Scripture: Psalm 140 Languages: English

Preserve me, Lord, from crafty Foes

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #294 (1754) Hymnal Title: A New Version of the Psalms of David Lyrics: 1 Preserve me, Lord, from crafty Foes of treacherous Intent; 2 And from the Sons of Violence, on open Mischief bent. 3 Their sland'ring Tongues the Serpent's Sting in Sharpness does exceed: Between their Lips the Gall of Asps and Adders Venom breed. 4 Preserve me, Lord, from wicked Hands, nor leave my Soul forlorn, A Prey to Sons of Violence, who have my Ruin sworn. 5 The Proud for me have laid their Snare, and spread their wily Net; With Traps and Gins where-e'er I move, I find my Steps beset. 6 But thus environ'd with Distress, thou art my God I said; Lord, hear my supplicating Voice, that calls to thee for Aid. 7 O Lord, the God whose saving Strength kind Succour did convey, And cover'd my advent'rous Head in Battle's doubtful Day; 8 Permit not their unjust Designs to answer their Desire; Lest they, encourag'd by Success, to bolder Crimes aspire. 9 Let first their Chiefs the sad Effects of their Injustice mourn; The Blast of their envenom'd Breath, upon themselves return. 10 Let them who kindled first the Flame, its Sacrifice become; The Pit they digg'd for me, be made their own untimely Tomb. 11 Tho' Slander's Breath may raise a Storm, it quickly will decay; Their Rage does but the Torrent swell, that bears themselves away. 12 God will assert the poor Man's Cause, and speedy Succour give; The Just shall celebrate his Praise, and in his Presence live. Scripture: Psalm 140 Languages: English