The Avenger

Make haste, my King, to deliver;
Make haste to aid me, my Lord;
Confound and scatter and shiver
All those who hold me abhorred;

All those who weary my soul,
Who chase me with bow and quiver;
Confound their evil endeavor
And bring them to dole.

Yea, those who grin and who chatter,
Who follow with scoffing and leer,
Disperse them, O Helper, and scatter,
Confound and fill them with fear!

But those who seek Thee in sadness,
Who wait for thy coming, in grief,
Make haste, O Giver of gladness,
To grant them relief.

Be swift to aid me, my Lord;
Be swift, O Strong, to deliver;
I hold, I cling, to thy word,
And trust Thee forever.