PLXII. To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David

1 Truly my waiting soul relies
In silence God upon:
Because from him there doth arise
All my salvation.
2 He only is my rock, and he
Salvation is to me;
And he is my defence that I
Mov'd greatly shall not be.

3 How long against a man will ye
Plot mischief? you shall fall;
And as a tottering fence you be,
And like a bowing wall.
4 His excellence yet to suppress
They counsel do impart,
They lies do love, with mouth they bless,
But curse within their heart. Selah.

5 My soul wait thou on God, and let
My hopes on him abide,
6 My rock and safety he alone,
My tow'r, I shall not slide.
7 On God doth my salvation
And glory make abode.
The rock of my munition,
My refuge is in God.

8 Ye people upon him, O see
You put our trust alway:
Pour out your hearts before him ye;
God is your hopeful stay.
9 Sure base men's sons are vanity,
And high men's sons a lie;
When joyntly they in balance lie;
More light than vanity.

10 In robb'ry be not vain, nor yet
Trust in oppression;
If wealth increase, yet do not set
Your hearts delight thereon.
11 Once spoken hath the God of might
This word once and again
I plainly heard, that powerful might
Doth unto God pertain.

12 Also to thee benignity
O Lord doth appertain:
For even as his work shall be
Thou rendrest man again.

Text Information
First Line: Truly my waiting soul relies
Title: To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun, A Psalm of David
Publication Date: 1742
Scripture: Psalm 62
Language: English
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