Hear, Lord, the Voice of My Complaint

Hear

Lord

the voice of my com­plaint

Preserve my life from fear;

Hide me from plot­ting en­emies

And ev­il

crowd­ing near.

The work­ers of ini­qui­ty

Their dead­ly shafts pre­pare;

They aim at me their trea­cher­ous words;

O save me from their snare.

The wick­ed in their base de­signs

Grow ar­ro­gant and bold;

Conspiring sec­ret­ly

they think

That God will not be­hold;

They search out more ini­qui­ty

Their thoughts and plans are deep

But God will smite

for He is near

His saints to guard and keep.

The wick­ed

by their sins o’er­come

Shall soon be brought to shame;

The hand of God shall yet ap­pear

And all shall fear His name.

The just shall tri­umph in the Lord

Their trust shall be se­cure

And end­less glo­ry then shall crown

The up­right and the pure.