120. In anguish to the Lord I cry

Author: David G Preston

In anguish to the Lord I cry,
my desperate prayer is heard:
‘Save me, O Lord, from lips that lie
and every untrue word!’

2. What just reward will God command
for such deceitful souls?
A warrior’s sharpest arrows and
the broom tree’s burning coals!

3. Why must I spend this present life
with godless men like these?
Their savage hearts are set on strife:
my words are words of peace.