O Lord, behold my enemies,
Their tongues are full of lies,
With winking in their eyes,
Their hearts are full of treacheries,
Deception all they speak,
And never seeking peace.
They rise in falsehood in the court,
With open mouths they lean,
And say, “our eyes have seen!”
O Lord, hear then their false report?
Then be not far from me,
Nor in this silence be.
Arise in justice for my case!
For You know what is right,
So for Your servant fight.
And put back justice in its place,
In righteousness ascend,
And put their joy to end.
Do not then let them be content,
Who say, “our dream’s fulfilled,
We’ve swallowed and we’ve killed.”
Since they rejoiced in wickedness,
Their face will blush with shame,
That they might seek Your name.
Yet those who seek Your righteousness,
Will sing in joyful state,
Proclaiming God is great.
I think then on Your faithfulness,
Affirming day and night,
That You are good and right.
(To the tune of “Ar Èireann Nì Neosainn Cè hì”)
Oh how blessed is the man God redeems,
He whose sins have been taken away.
Oh how bless is the man God calls clean,
Who is righteous in all of his ways.
But the weight of my sins as a chain,
In a moment would strangle my soul.
Yet You poured on Yourself all my pain,
And my punishment You paid in full.
I endeavored to fight sin alone,
God, Your hand it was heavy on me.
How my soul burned! My vigor had flown.
How my bones groaned in my misery!
I acknowledge my faults where I stand,
All my sins I confess openly,
On myself I have pointed my hand,
But You take all my sins off of me.
Let me teach all the nations Your praise,
And a song of deliverance sing.
Let me show all the peoples their place,
As we bow at the feet of our King.
So whenever the harvest abounds,
Or when we are a byword and loathed,
At all times, Lord, You may still be found,
In Your righteousness ever we’re clothed.
The Lord of Hosts, His standard raised,
Arises in His holy rage,
To judge all peoples’ wicked ways,
To all ungodliness in-cage,
Condemn the vices of each age,
And vindicate His righteousness.
His myriads of angel hosts,
And rank on rank celestial band,
With Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Will weigh the ways of every man,
As one pronounce him right or damned,
And when He speaks they praise and bless.
If you would stand against that day,
Accept the truth in scriptures shown,
Reject what skeptic scoffers say,
And trust the Word of God alone,
To turn to flesh your heart of stone,
The ones who follow God are blessed.
The murmurers against His will,
And malcontents of Jesus’ ways,
Who seek but for their lusts to fill,
And over-staters in self-praise,
With those who always favorites play,
These all shall perish in distress.
Yet those contented but in Christ,
Who only speak in praise of Him,
Who do the deeds God’s will comprised,
Humility before all men,
Impartial in all judgments then,
Before the Father He’ll confess.