|Text:||A Psalm of David|
1 Jehovah unto thee I cry,
My rock, be thou not deaf from me,
Lest thou be dumb from me, and I
Like them to pit that go should be.
2 The voice of my requests hear thou
For grace, when unto thee I cry:
When I lift up my hands unto
Thine oracle of sanctity.
3 With ill men draw me not away,
With workers of unrighteousness:
That peace unto their neighbours say,
But in their hearts is wickedness.
4 Give thou to them like to their works,
And like the evil of their deeds:
Give them like to their handy works,
And render unto them their deeds.
5 Because unto Jehovah's works
They did not wise attention yield,
Neither unto his handy-works,,
He will them waste, and not up build,
6 The Lord be blest, for heard hat he
The voice of my requests for grace;
The Lord's my strength, and shield to me,
My heart stay'd on him, help'd I was.
7 Therefore my heart will gladness show,
And with my song I'll him confess.
8 Jehovah his anointed to
Their strength and tower of safety is.
9 Salvation on thy fold bestow,
And bless thou thine inheritance:
Unto eternity also
Do thou them feed, and them advance.
This in any common Tunes:
Save Lord thy people, bless also
Thou thine inheritance:
And ev'n eternity unto
Them feed and them advance.
|First Line:||Jehovah unto thee I cry|
|Title:||A Psalm of David|