Now Plead My Cause, Almighty God
Now plead my cause, al-might-y God,
With all the sons of strife;
And fight a-gainst the men of blood
Who fight a-gainst my life.
Draw out Thy spear and stop their way,
Lift Thine a-veng-ing rod;
But to my soul in mer-cy say,
I am thy Sav-iour God.
They plant their snares to catch my feet,
And nets of mis-chief spread;
Plunge the des-troy-ers in the pit
That their own hands have made.
Let fogs and dark-ness hide their way,
And slip-pery be their ground;
Thy wrath shall make their lives a prey,
And all their rage con-found.
They fly like chaff be-fore the wind,
Be-fore Thine an-gry breath;
The an-gel of the Lord be-hind
Pur-sues them down to death.
They love the road that leads to hell;
Then let the reb-els die,
Whose mal-ice is im-plac-a-ble
A-gainst the Lord on high.
But if Thou hast a cho-sen few
A-mong that wick-ed race,
Di-vide them from the blood-y crew
By Thy sur-pris-ing grace.
Then I will raise my tune-ful voice
To make Thy won-ders known;
In their sal-va-tion I'll re-joice,
And bless Thee for my own.