Had not the Lord been on our side, when men rose us to slay;
For dogs have compass'd me about: the wicked, that did meet In their assembly, me inclos'd; they pierc'd my hands and feet.
The wicked man doth watch the just, and seeketh him to slay.
O Lord, how are my foes increas'd? against me many rise.
Many say of my soul, For him in God no succour lies.
In God his word I'll praise; his word in God shall praised be.