Who will arise and plead my right

Against my numerous foes,

While earth and hell their force unite,

And all my hopes oppose?

Had not the Lord, my rock, my help,

Sustained my fainting head,

My life had now in silence dwelt,

My soul amongst the dead.

Alas! My sliding feet! I cried;

Thy promise was my prop;

They grace stood constant by my side,

Thy Spirit bore me up.

While multitudes of mournful thoughts

Within my bosom roll,

Thy boundless love forgives my faults,

Thy comforts cheer my soul.

Isaac Watts

Decision Magazine