Stir up thyself; wake, that thou may'st judgment to me afford, Ev'n to my cause, O thou that art my only God and Lord.
Rise, Lord, cast us not ever off; awake, why dost thou sleep?
Rise in thy wrath, Lord, raise thyself, for my foes raging be; And, to the judgment which thou hast commanded, wake for me.
I cry'd to thee; I said, Thou art my refuge, Lord, alone; And in the land of those that live thou art my portion.
Thou art my Father, he shall cry, thou art my God alone; And he shall say, Thou art the Rock of my salvation.
In Ephraim's, and Benjamin's and in Manasseh's sight, O come for our salvation; stir up thy strength and might.
They run, and, without fault in me, themselves do ready make: Awake to meet me with thy help; and do thou notice take.
So shall th' assembly of thy folk about encompass thee: Thou, therefore, for their sakes, return unto thy place on high.
O let the wicked's malice end; but stablish stedfastly The righteous: for the righteous God the hearts and reins doth try.
O wherefore hidest thou thy face? forgett'st our cause distress'd,
Do thou, O God, arise and plead the cause that is thine own: Remember how thou art reproach'd still by the foolish one.
After thy word revive thou me: save me, and plead my cause.