Prayer heard, and saints saved; or, Pride,
Atheism, and oppression punished.
For a humiliation day.
Why doth the Lord stand off so far,
And why conceal his face,
When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?
Lord, shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and thy pow’r?
Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And still thy saints devour?
They put thy judgments from their sight,
And then insult the poor;
They boast in their exalted height
That they shall fall no more.
Arise, O God, lift up thine hand,
Attend our humble cry;
No enemy shall dare to stand
When God ascends on high.
Why do the men of malice rage,
And say with foolish pride,
“The God of heaven will ne’er engage
To fight on Zion’s side?”
But thou for ever art our Lord;
And pow’rful is thine hand,
As when the heathens felt thy sword,
And perish’d from thy land.
Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And cause thine ear to hear;
He hearkens what his children say,
And puts the world in fear.
Proud tyrants shall no more oppress,
No more despise the just;
And mighty sinners shall confess
They are but earth and dust.