Arise, O Lord…deliver my soul from the wicked.@Psalm 17:13
Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David 1719. Portion of saints and sinners; or hope and despair in death.

Cambridge (Harrison) Ralph Harrison, 1784; arranged by Samuel S. Wesley, 1872 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Samuel S. Wesley (1810–1876)

Arise, my gracious God,
And make the wicked flee;
They are but Thy chastising rod,
To drive Thy saints to Thee.

Behold, the sinner dies,
His haughty words are vain;
Here in this life his pleasure lies,
And all beyond is pain.

Then let his pride advance,
And boast of all his store;
The Lord is my inheritance,
My soul can wish no more.

I shall behold the face
Of my forgiving God;
And stand complete in righteousness,
Washed in my Savior’s blood.

There’s a new heav’n begun,
When I awake from death,
Dressed in the likeness of Thy Son,
And draw immortal breath.