PXXVIII. A Psalm of David

1 O Lord, my rock, to Thee I cry;
Be not Thou silent then to me;
Lest by thy silence, I like them
Descending to the pit should be.
2 Of my intreaties hear the voice,
while to Thee loud for help I cry;
While I lift up my hands towards
Thine oracle of sanctity.

3 With ill men draw me not away,
With workers of unrighteousness;
who peace to all their neighbours speak,
But in their heart is wickedness.
4 Thou wilt reward them for their deeds,
According to their ill intents;
According to their handy-works,
Thou wilt them justly recompence.

5 Since they JEHOVAH's wonders slight,
And working of his hand disdain;
He will them righteously destroy,
And will not build them up again.
6 The LORD be bless'd; for He hat heard
The voice of my imploring cry:
The LORD my strength, my shield; on Him
My heart rely'd, and help'd was I.

Therefore my heart exults with joy,
And with my song I'll Him confess.
7 JEHOVAH is his people's strength,
The strength of his MESSIAH is.
8 Salvation to thy people give;
and bless Thou thine inheritance;
Yea even to eternity
Do Thou them feed and them advance.

[This Verse in common Metre.]

8 Salvation to thy people give;
bless thine inheritance;
And even to eternity
them feed and them advance.

Text Information
First Line: O Lord, my Rock, to thee I cry
Title: A Psalm of David
Language: English
Publication Date: 1758
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