Against a Wicked Nation Lord { Against a Wicked Nation Lord GREENPORT-Composer Unknown Against a Wicked Nation, Lord } Against a wicked nation, Lord, Plead thou my cause, judge me; And from unjust and crafty men Oh, do thou set me free. O God, my strength, why dost thou me Cast off in my distress? Why go I mourning all the day While enemies oppress? Oh, send thy light forth, and thy truth! Let them be guides to me, And bring me to thy holy hill, Ev'n where thy dwellings be. Then will I to God's altar go, To God my chiefest joy: Yea, God, my God, thy name to praise My harp I will employ. Why art thou then cast down, my soul? What should discourage thee? And why with vexing thoughts art thou Disquieted in me? Still trust in God; for him to praise Good cause I yet shall have: He of my countenance is the health, My God that doth me save.