PSALM LXX.

Tate and Brady

2 Confusion on their heads return,
Who to destroy my soul combine;
Let them, defeated, blush and mourn,
Ensnar'd in their own vile design.

3 Their doom let desolation be,
With shame their malice be repaid,
Who mock'd my confidence in thee,
And sport of my affliction made.

4. While those, who humbly seek thy face,
To joyful triumphs shall be rais'd,
And all who prize thy saving grace,
With me shall sing, The Lord be prais'd.

5 Thus wretched though I am and poor,
The mighty Lord of me takes care;
Thou, God, who only canst restore,
To my relief with speed repair.