Who Will Arise and Plead My Right?

Who will arise and plead my right

Against my nu­mer­ous foes

While earth and hell their force unite

And all my hopes op­pose?

Had not the Lord

my rock

my help

Sustained my faint­ing head

My life had now in si­lence dwelt

My soul amongst the dead.

Alas! My slid­ing feet! I cried;

Thy pro­mise was my prop;

Thy grace stood con­stant by my side

Thy Spir­it bore me up.

While mul­ti­tudes of mourn­ful thoughts

Within my bo­som roll

Thy bound­less love for­gives my faults

Thy com­forts cheer my soul.

Powers of ini­qui­ty may rise

And frame per­ni­cious laws;

But God my re­fuge rules the skies

He will de­fend my cause.

Let mal­ice vent her rage aloud

Let bold blas­phem­ers scoff;

The Lord our God shall judge the proud

And cut the sin­ners off.