New Version of the Psalms of David ‎#XLIII

XLIII. My great avenger thou, O Lord, to thee

1 My great avenger thou, O Lord, to thee
Make I appeal against my enemy;
Against the fraudful, the deceitful man
Do thou, just God, my righteous cause maintain.
2 Thou art my surest hope, my strong defence;
Why have I not my wonted confidence?
Why do I fruitless mourn my sad distress?
Why with such fury do my foes oppress?
3 Beam forth thy light, thy kind assistance lend,
And 'gainst their fierce assaults my soul defend.
O lead me, lead me to thy holy hill,
Where downy peace, where heav'nly comforts dwell.
4 Then to thy altar I'll with transport go,
My heart with strongest gratitude shall glow;
My voice in hymns of harmony I'll raise,
And strike my lyre, to celebrate thy praise.
5 Why then, my soul, so dreadfully dismay'd?
Why thee such sad distracting griefs invade?
Dismiss thy fears, and on thy God rely;
E'en yet he'll crown thy brows with victory;
Yet with his pow'r thy cause will he support;
Thou stiil shalt praise him in his sacred court.

Text Information

• First Line: My great avenger thou, O Lord, to thee
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1756
• Scripture:
  Psalm 43

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