A complaint against persecutors. <br /> <br />And will the God of grace <br />Perpetual silence keep? <br />The God of justice hold his peace, <br />And let his vengeance sleep? <br /> <br />Behold, what cursed snares <br />The men of mischief spread! <br />The men that hate thy saints and thee <br />Lift up their threat'ning head. <br /> <br />Against thy hidden ones <br />Their counsels they employ, <br />And malice, with her watchful eye, <br />Pursues them to destroy. <br /> <br />The noble and the base <br />Into thy pastures leap; <br />The lion and the stupid ass <br />Conspire to vex thy sheep. <br /> <br />"Come, let us join," they cry, <br />"To root them from the ground, <br />Till not the name of saints remain, <br />Nor mem'ry shall be found." <br /> <br />Awake, Almighty God, <br />And call thy wrath to mind; <br />Give them like forests to the fire, <br />Or stubble to the wind. <br /> <br />Convince their madness, Lord, <br />And make them seek thy name; <br />Or else their stubborn rage confound, <br />That they may die in shame. <br /> <br />Then shall the nations know <br />That glorious, dreadful word, <br />Jehovah is thy name alone, <br />And thou the sovereign Lord.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-83-2/
