1.

Defender of my rightful cause,
While anguish from my bosom draws
The deep-felt sigh, the ceaseless pray'r,
O make thy servant still thy care;
That aid, which oft my griefs has heal'd,
That aid again, intreated, yield.

2.

How long, ye sons of pride, how long
Shall falshood arm your impious tongue?
How long shall secret love of ill
To wretched malice urge your will,
And erring rage your breast inflame,
My pow'r to thwart, my acts defame?

3.

To God my heart shall vent its woe,
Who, prompt his blessings to bestow
On each whose breast has learn'd his fear,
Bows to my plaint the willing ear:
Him wouldst thou please? With rev'rent awe
Observe the dictates of his Law.

4.

In secret on thy couch reclin'd
Search to its depth thy restless mind,
Till hush'd to peace the tumult lie,
And wrath and strife within thee die:
With purest gifts approach his shrine,
And safe to Him thy care resign.

5.

I hear a hopeless train demand,
" Where's now the wish'd Deliv'rer's hand: "
Do Thou, my God, do Thou reply,
And let thy prefence from on high
In full effusion o'er our head
Its all-enliv'ning influence shed.

6.

What joy my conscious heart o'erflows!
Not such th' exulting lab'rer knows,
When to his long-expecting eyes
The vintage and the harvests rise,
And, shadowing wide the cultur'd soil,
With full requital crown his toil.

7.

My weary eyes in sleep I close,
My limbs, secure, to rest compose;
For Thou, great God, shalt screen my head,
And plant a guard around my bed,
Thy choicest Gifts shall bid me share,
And make my safety still thy care.