O Thou Whose Justice Reigns on High

O Thou whose jus­tice reigns on high

And makes th’op­press­or cease

Behold how en­vi­ous sin­ners try

To vex and break my peace!

The sons of vio­lence and lies

Join to de­vour me

Lord;

But as my hour­ly dang­ers rise

My re­fuge is Thy Word.

In God most ho­ly

just

and true

I have re­posed my trust;

Nor will I fear what flesh can do

The off­spring of the dust.

They wrest my words to mis­chief still

Charge me with un­known faults;

Mischief doth all their coun­sels fill

And ma­lice all their thoughts.

Shall they es­cape with­out Thy frown?

Must their de­vic­es stand?

O cast the haugh­ty sin­ner down

And let him know Thy hand.

God counts the sor­rows of His saints

Their groans af­fect His ears;

Thou hast a book for my com­plaints

A bot­tle for my tears.

When to Thy throne I raise my cry

The wick­ed fear and flee;

So swift is pray­er to reach the sky

So near is God to me.

In Thee

most ho­ly

just

and true

I have re­posed my trust;

Nor will I fear what man can do

The off­spring of the dust.

Thy so­lemn vows are on me

Lord

Thou shalt re­ceive my praise;

I’ll sing how faith­ful is Thy Word

How right­eous all Thy ways!

Thou hast se­cured my soul from death

O set Thy pri­son­er free

That heart and hand

and life and breath

May be em­ployed for Thee.