Text:To the chief Musician. A Psalmof David

PCXL. To the chief Musician. A Psalmof David

1 Lord free me from the evil man,
From vi'lent men save me.
2 Whose heart thinks mischief ev'ry day,
For war they gathered be.
3 They in such wise make sharp their tongue
Like as the serpents do:
And underneath their lips do lie
The adder's poison too. Selah.

4 Keep me, Lord, from the wickeds hands,
From vi'lent men me save.
My goings who to overthrow
In thought projected have.
5 The proud have hid a snare for me,
With cords; also a net
They spread abroad beside the way,
For me they gins have set.

6 Unto Jehovah I did say,
Thou art a God to me:
Lord, hear the voice of my requests,
Which are for grace to thee,
7 O God the Lord who art the strength
Of my salvation.
My head by thee hath cover'd been
The day of battle on.

8 That man's desire who wicked is,
Jehovah do not grant.
His wicked purpose further not,
Left they themselves do vaunt,
9 But as for them on ev'ry sid
Who round encompass me,
Ev'n with the mischief cf their lips
Their head shall cov'red be.

10 On them shall burning coals be cast,
Them he shall make to fall
Into the fire, into deep pits,
To rise no more at all.
11 Let not in earth establish'd be
A man of evil tongue:
Evil shall hunt to overthrow
The man of vi'lent wrong.

12 The afflicted's cause, the poor man's right,
I know God will maintain:
13 The just shall praise thy name, th' upright
Before thy face remain.

Text Information
First Line: Lord free me from the evil man
Title: To the chief Musician. A Psalmof David
Language: English
Publication Date: 1742
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