1 Lord, from the ill and froward mangive me deliverance,And do thou safe preserve me fromthe man of violence:
2 Who in their heart mischievous thingsare meditating ever;And they for war assembled arecontinually together.
3 Much like unto a serpent's tonguetheir tongues they sharp do make;And underneath their lips there liesthe poison of a snake.
4 Lord, keep me from the wicked's hands,from vi'lent men me save;Who utterly to overthrowmy goings purpos'd have.