1 I' th' day of sore affliction,
The Lord to thee attend,
The name of Jacob's mighty God
Thee mightily defend,
2 Send thee help from his holy place;
From Sion strengthen thee.
3 Mind all thy gifts and sacrifice,
Accepted let it be.
4 Grant thee according to thy heart,
Thy counsel all fulfil.
5 We in thy perfect saving health
Rejoyce with shouting will.
And in the name of our God we
Our banners will erect.
When as thy supplications all
Jehovah shall effect.
6 Now know I that Jehovah doth
Save his anointed dear:
With saving strength of his right hand,
From's holy heav'n he'll hear.
7 In chariots some their confidence,
And some in horses set:
But of the Lord our God the name
We never will forget.
8 So we arise and stand upright,
They are brought down and fall.
9 Save Lord, and let the King us hear,
When unto him we call.
|First Line:||I' th' day of sore affliction|
|Title:||To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David|