IN trouble and distress I cry, ‘Deliver me, I pray, From hostile deeds and lying words Of those who shun Thy way.’
What fitting end shall be the due Of hateful, bitter hearts? Of minds and tongues employed with skill In persecuting arts?
Thy people here must dwell too long Among such hearts as these— Who will not quench the fires of hate Nor bid their malice cease.
But, by Thy help, to them I’ll speak Thy reconciling Word; And represent with utmost zeal My dear, forgiving Lord.
Evangelical Psalter © The Wakeman Trust