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Prayer and faith of persecuted saints.

Now plead my cause Almighty God
With all the sons of strife
And fight against the men of blood
Who fight against my life.

Draw out thy spear and stop their way
Lift thine avenging rod
But to my soul in mercy say
"I am thy Savior God!"

They plant their snares to catch my feet
And nets of mischief spread
Plunge the destroyers in the pit
That their own hands have made.

Let fogs and darkness hide their way
And slipp'ry be their ground
Thy wrath shall make their lives a prey
And all their rage confound.

They fly like chaff before the wind
Before thine angry breath
The angel of the Lord behind
Pursues them down to death.

They love the road that leads to hell
Then let the rebels die
Whose malice is implacable
Against the Lord on high.

But if thou hast a chosen few
Amongst that impious race
Divide them from the bloody crew
By thy surprising grace.

Then will I raise my tuneful voice
To make thy wonders known
In their salvation I'll rejoice
And bless thee for my own..

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