Text:Give Ear, O God, unto my Pray'r

101. Give Ear, O God, unto my Pray'r

1. Give Ear, O God, unto my Pray'r;
Nor hide from my Request.
2. Attend, and hear my mournful Cry;
I roar, I'm so distress'd.
3. My Foes reproach me, I'm oppress'd,
By a vile impious Crew;
Who load me with foul Crimes, in Wrath,
And Hatred, me pursue.

4. My Heart within me's greatly pain'd;
Death's Terrors seize me fast;
5. Trembling, and Fear, beset me round;
Horror is o'er me cast.
6. "Oh! had I Wings, like to a Dove,
(I said, while thus distrest,)
"Then would I fly from hence away
"And seek a Place of Rest:

7. "Far would I wander, and remain
"In some Desart alone;
8. "There swiftly 'scape, till furious Winds,
"And Tempests were o'er blown.

Second Part

9. Confound, O Lord, their ill Designs,
Their plotting Tongues divide;
For Violence, and raging Strife,
I've in the City spy'd.
10. These, Day and Night, upon the Walls,
Compass the City round;
Mischief, and Sorrow, sprung from thence,
In Midst thereof abound.

11. There, Wickedness, in various Shapes,
An hearty Welcome meets;
There open Fraud, and practis'd Guile,
Depart not from her Streets.
12. Had a known Foe reproached me,
This I could bear with Ease;
Should open Haters me insult,
I might have shunned these.

13. 'Twas thou, perfidious Man, my Friend,
My Guide, mine Intimate.
14. Sweet Counsel took we, jointly went,
And in God's House we sat.

Third Part

15. Death shall seize on them unawares,
And sink them quick to Hell;
For Wickedness doth in their Hearts,
And in their Houses, dwell.
16. But I will call on God; the Lord
Will for my Help appear.
17. At Ev'ning, Morn, and Noon, I'll pray,
And he my Voice will hear.

18. The Battle was against me aim'd,
But he hath set me free;
My Soul in Peace, and Safety, dwells,
For many join'd with me.
19. God, who abides of old, shall hear,
And smite them with his Rod;
Because they have no Changes felt,
Therefore they fear not God.

20. Against the Man at Peace with himm
His Hands he did extend,
In Wrath; and most profanely broke
His Cov'nant, with his Friend.
21. Smoother than Butter was his Speech,
But War in's Heart was found;
His Words were softer than the Oyl,
Yet, like drawn Swords, they wound.

22. Thy Burden cast upon the Lord,
Who will sustain his own;
He'll never suffer righteous Men,
Tho' shook, to be o'er thrown.
23. God, to Destruction's Pit, shall bring
Men of Deceit, and Blood;
They scarce shall live out half their Days;
But I will trust in God.

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First Line: Give Ear, O God, unto my Pray'r
Language: English
Publication Date: 1752
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