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Defend me, Lord, from Shame

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #56 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Defend me, Lord, from Shame, for still I trust in Thee: As Just and Righteous is thy Name, from Danger set me free. 2 Bow down thy gracious Ear, and speedy Succour send: Do Thou my stedfast Rock appear, to shelter and defend. 3 Since Thou, when Foes oppress, my Rock and Fortress art, To guide me forth from this Distress, thy wonted Help impart. 4 Release me from the Snare which they have closely laid; Since I, O God my Strength repair to Thee alone for Aid. 5 To Thee, the God of Truth, my Life, and all that's mine (For Thou preserv'dst me from my Youth,) I willingly resign. 6 All vain Designs I hate, of those that trust in Lies: And still my soul, in ev'ry State, to God for Succour flies. Part II 7 Those Mercies Thou hast shown, I'll chearfully express; For Thou hast seen my Streights, and know my Soul in deep Distress. 8 When Keilah's treach'rous Race did all my Strength inclose, Thou gav'st my Feet a larger Space, to shun my watchful Foes. 9 Thy Mercy, Lord, display, and hear my just Complaint; For both my Soul and flesh decay, with Grief and Hunger faint. 10 Sad Thoughts my Life oppress; my Years are spent in Groans; My Sins have made my Strength decrease, and ev'n consum'd my Bones. 11 My Foes my Suff'rings mock'd; my Neighbours did upbraid; My Friends, at Sight of me, were shock'd, and fled, as Men dismay'd. 12 Forsook by all am I, as dead, and out of Mind; And like a shatter'd Vessel lie, whose Parts can ne'er be join'd. 13 Yet sland'rous Words they speak, and seem my Pow'r to dread; Whilst they together counsel take my guiltless Blood to shed. 14 But still my stedfast Trust, I on thy Help repose: That Thou, my God, art good and just, my Soul with Comfort knows. Part III 15 Whate'er Events betide, thy Wisdom times them all: Then, Lord, thy Servant safely hide from those that seek his Fall. 16 The Brightness of thy Face, to me, O Lord, disclose; And, as thy mercies still increase, preserve me from my Foes. 17 Me from Dishonour save, who still have call'd on Thee; Let That, and Silence in the Grave, the Sinner's Portion be. 18 Do Thou their Tongues restrain; whose Breath in Lies is spent; Who false Reports, with proud Disdain, against the Righteous vent. 19 How great thy Mercies are to such as fear thy Name; Which Thou, for those that trust thy Care, dost to the World proclaim! 29 Thou keep'st them in thy sight, from proud Oppressors free: From Tongues that do in Strife delight, they are preserv'd by Thee. 21 With Glory and Renown God's Name be ever bless'd; Whose Love is Keilab's well-fenc'd Town was wond'rously express'd! 22 I said, in hasty Flight, "I'm banish'd from thine eyes:" Yet still Thou keptst me in thy Sight, and heardst my earnest Cries. 23 O! all ye Saints, the Lord with eager Love pursue; Who to the Just will Help afford, and give the Proud their Due. 24 Ye that on God rely, courageously proceed; For He will still your Hearts supply with Strength, in Time of Need. Scripture: Psalm 31 Languages: English

He's blest, whose Sins have Pardon gained

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #59 (1754) Lyrics: 1 He's blest, whose Sins have Pardon gain'd. No more in Judgment to appear; 2 Whose Guilt Remission has obtain'd And whose Repentance is sincere. 3 While I concel'd the fretting Sore, My Bones consum'd without Relief; All Day did I with Anguish roar; But no Complaints asswag'd my Grief. 4 Heavy on me thy Hand remain'd, By Day and Night alike distress'd; Till quite of vital Moisture drain'd, Like Land with Summer's Drought oppress'd. 5 No sooner I my Wound disclos'd, The Guilt that tortur'd me within, But thy Forgiveness interpos'd, And Mercy's healing Balm pour'd in. 6 True Penitents shall thus succeed, Who seek Thee whilst Thou mayst be found; And, from the common Deluge freed, Shall see remorseless Sinners drown'd. 7 Thy Favour, Lord, in all Distress, My Tow'r of Refuge I must own: Thou shalt my haughty Foes suppress, And me with songs of Triumph crown. 8 In my Instruction then confide, You that would Truth's safe Path descry: Your Progress I'll securely guide, And keep you in my watchful Eye. 9 Submit yourselves to Wisdom's Rule, Like Men that Reason have attain'd; Not like th' ungovern'd Horse and Mule, Whose Fury must be curb'd and rein'd. 10 Sorrows, on Sorrows multiply'd, The harden'd Sinner shall confound; But them who in his Truth confide, Blessings of Mercy shall surround. 11 His Saints, that have perform'd his Laws, Their Life in Triumphs shall employ: Let them (as they alone have Cause) In grateful Raptures shout for Joy. Scripture: Psalm 32 Languages: English

Let all the Just to God with Joy

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #61 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Let all the Just to God with Joy their chearful Voices raise; For well the Righteous it becomes to sing glad Songs of Praise. 2,3 Let Harps, and Psalteries, and Lutes in joyful Concert meet; And new-made Songs of loud Applause the Harmony complete. 4,5 For faithful is the Word of God His Works with Truth abound: He Justice loves; and all the Earth is with His Goodness crown'd. 6 By his Almighty Word, at first Heav'n's glorious Arch was rear'd; And all the beauteous Hosts of light at his Command appear'd. 7 The swelling Floods, together roll'd, He makes in Heaps to lie; And lays, as in a Store-house, safe, the watry Treasures by. 8,9 Let Earth and all that dwell therein, before Him trembling stand; For, when he spake the Word, 'twas made: 'twas fix'd at his Command. 10 He, when the Heathen closely plot, their counsels undermines; His Wisdom ineffectual makes the Peoples rash Designs. 11 Whate'er the mighty Lord decrees, shall stand for ever sure; The settled Purpose of his Heart to Ages shall endure. Part II 12 How happy then are they to whom the Lord for God is known! Whom He, from all the World besides, has chosen for his own. 13,14,15 He all the Nations of the Earth from Heav'n, his Throne, survey'd: He saw their Works, and view'd their Thoughts; by him their Hearts were made. 16,17 No King is safe by num'rous Hosts; their Strength the Strong deceives; No manag'd horse, by Force or Speed, his Warlike Rider saves. 18, 19 'Tis God, who those that trust in Him, beholds with gracious Eyes: He frees their Soul from Death; their Want, in time of Dearth, supplies. 20,21 Our Soul, our God with Patience waits; our Help and Shield is He! Then, Lord, let still our Hearts rejoice, because we trust in Thee. 22 The Riches of thy Mercy, Lord, do Thou to us extend; Since we, for all we want or wish, on Thee alone depend. Scripture: Psalm 33 Languages: English

Thro' all the changing Scenes of Life

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #63 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Thro' all the changing scenes of Life, in Trouble, and in Joy, The Praises of my God shall still my Heart and Tongue employ. 2 Of his Deliv'rance I will boast, till all that are distrest, From my Example Comfort take, and charm their Griefs to Rest. 3 O! magnify the Lord with me, with me exalt His Name, 4 When in Distress to Him I call'd, He to my Rescue came. 5 Their dropping Hearts were soon refresh'd, Who look'd to Him for Aid: Desir'd Success in ev'ry face a chearful Air display'd: 6 "Behold (say they) behold the Man "whom Providence reliev'd; "So dang'rously with Woes beset, "so wond'rously retriev'd!" 7 The Hosts of God encamp around The Dwellings of the Just; Deliv'rance He affords to all who on his Succour trust. 8 O! make but Trial of His Love, Experience will decide, How blest they are, and only they, who in His Truth confide. 9 Fear Him, ye Saints, and you will then have nothing else to fear: Make you His Service your Delight; He'll make your Wants his Care. 10 While hungry Lions lack their Prey, the Lord will Food provide For such as put their Trust in Him, and see their needs supplyd. Part II 11 Approach, ye proudly dispos'd, and my Instruction hear; I'll teach you the true Discipline of His religious Fear. 12 Let him who Length of life desires, and prosp'rous Days would see, 13 From sland'ring Language keep his tongue, his Lips from Falshood free: 14 The crooked Paths of vice decline, and Virtue's Ways pursue; Establish Peace where 'tis begun; and where 'tis lost, renew. 15 The Lord from Heav'n beholds the Just with favourable Eyes; And, when distress'd, His gracious Ear is open to their Cries. 16 But turns His wrathful Look on those whom Mercy can't reclaim, To cut them off, and from the Earth blot out their hated Name. 17 Deliv'rance to His Saints he gives, when His Relief they crave: 18 He's nigh to heal the broken Heart, and contrite Spirit save. 19 The Wicked oft, but still in vain, against the Just conspire; 20 For, under their Affliction's Weight, He keeps their Bones intire. 21 The Wicked, from their wicked Arts, their Ruin shall derive; Whilst righteous Men, whom they detest, shall them and theirs survive. 22 For God preserves the Souls of those who on His Truth depend: To them, and their Posterity, His Blessings shall descend. Scripture: Psalm 34 Languages: English

Against all those that strive with me

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #65 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Against all those that strive with me, O Lord, assert my Right: With such as War unjustly wage, do Thou my Battles fight. 2 Thy Buckler take, and bind thy Shield upon thy warlike Arm: Stand up, my God, in my Defence; and keep me safe from Harm. 3 Bring forth thy Spear; and stop their Course, that haste my Blood to spill; Say to my Soul, "I am thy Health, "and will preserve thee still." 4 Let them with Shame be cover'd o'er, who my Destruction sought; And such as did my Harm devise, be to Confusion brought. 5 Then shall they fly, dispers'd like Chaff before the driving Wind: God's vengeful Minister of Wrath shall follow close behind. 6 And, when thro' dark and slipp'ry Ways they strive his Rage to shun, His vengeful Ministers of Wrath shall goad them as they run. 7 Since, unprovok'd by any Wrong, they hid their treach'rous Snare; And for my harmless Soul a Pit, did without Cause prepare; 8 Surpris'd by Mischiefs unforeseen, by their own Arts betray'd, Their Feet shall fall into the Net, which they for me have laid; 9 Whilst my glad Soul shall God's great Name for this Deliv'rance bless; And, by His saving Health secur'd, its grateful Joy express. 10 My very Bones shall say, "O Lord, "who can compare with Thee? "Who sett'st the poor and helpless Man "from strong Oppressors free. Part II 11 False Witnesses, with forg'd Complaints, against my Truth combin'd; And to my Charge such Things they laid as I had ne'er design'd. 12 The Goods which I to them had done, with Evil they repaid; And did, by Malice undeserv'd, my harmless life invade. 13 But as for me, when they were sick, I still in Sackcloth mourn'd; I pray'd and fasted, and my Pray'r to my own Breast return'd. 14 Had they my Friends or Brethren been, I could have done no more; Nor with more decent Signs of Grief a Mother's Loss deplore. 15 How diff'rent did their Carriage prove, in Times of my Distress: When they, in Crouds together met, did savage Joy express. The Rabble too, in num'rous Throngs, by their Example, came; And ceas'd not with reviling Words to wound my spotless Fame. 16 Scoffers, that noble Tables haunt, and earn their Bread with Lyes, Did gnash their Teeth, and sland'rous Jests maliciously devise. 17 But, Lord, how long wilt Thou look on? On my Behalf appear; And save my guiltless Soul, which they, like rav'ning Beasts, would tear. Part III 18 So I, before the list'ning World, shall grateful Thanks express; And where the great Assembly meets, thy name with Praises bless. 19 Lord, suffer not my causeless Foes, who me unjustly hate, With open Joy,or secret Signs, to mock my sad Estate. 20 For they, with Hearts averse from Peace, industriously devise Against the Men of quiet Minds to forge malicious Lyes. 21 Nor with these private Arts content, aloud they vent their Spite; And say, "At last we found him out; "he did it in our Sight." 22 But Thou, who dost both them and me with righteous Eyes survey, Assert my Innocence, O Lord, and keep not far away. 23 Stir up Thyself; in my Behalf, to Judgment, Lord, awake: Thy righteous Servant's Cause, O God, to thy Decision take. 24 Lord, as my Heart has upright been, let me thy Justice find; Nor let my cruel Foes obtain the Triumph they design'd. 25 O! let them not, amongst themselves, in boasting Language, say. "At length our Wishes are complete; "at last he's made our Prey." 26 Let such as in my Harm rejoic'd, For Shame their Faces hide; And foul Dishonour wait on those that prouldy me defy'd: 27 Whilst they with chearful Voices shout, who my just Cause befriend; And bless the Lord, who loves to make Success his Saints attend. 28 So shall my Tongue thy Judgments sing, inspir'd with grateful Joy; And chearful Hymns, in Praise of Thee, shall all my Days employ. Scripture: Psalm 35 Languages: English

My crafty foe, with flattering art

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #69 (1754) Lyrics: 1 My crafty Foe, with flatt'ring Art, His wicked Purpose would disguise; But Reason whispers to my Heart, No Fear of God's before his Eyes. 2 He sooths himself, retir'd from Sight; Secure he thinks his treach'rous Game; Till his dark Plots, expos'd to Light, Their false Contriver brand with Shame. 3 In Deeds he is my Foe confess'd, Whilst with his Tongue he speaks me fair: True Wisdom's banish'd from his Brest, And Vice has sole Dominion there. 4 His wakeful Malice spends the Night In forging his accurs'd Designs; His obstinate, ungen'rous Spite No execrable Means declines. 5 But, Lord, thy Mercy, my sure Hope, The highest Orb of Heav'n transcends; Thy sacred Truth's unmeasur'd Scope Beyond the sparkling Skies extends. 6 Thy Justice like the Hills remains; Unfathom'd Depths thy Judgments are; Thy Providence the world sustains; The whole Creation is thy Care. 7 Since of thy Goodness All partake, With what Assurance should the Just Thy shelt'ring Wings their Refuge make, And Saints to thy Protection trust! 8 Such Guests shall to thy Courts be led, To banquet on thy Love's Repast: And drink, as from a fountain's Head, Of Joys that shall forever last. 9 With Thee the Springs of Life remain; Thy Presence is eternal Day: 10 O! let thy Saints thy Favour gain; To upright Hearts thy Truth display. 11 Whilst Pride's insulting Foot would spurn, And wicked Hand my Life surprise; 12 Their Mischiefs on themselves return; Down, down, they're fall'n, no more to rise. Scripture: Psalm 36 Languages: English

Tho' wicked Men grow rich or great

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #71 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Tho' wicked Men grow rich or great, Yet let not their successful State Thy Anger, or thy Envy, raise; 2 For they, cut down, like tender Grass, Or like young Flow'rs, away shall pass, Whose blooming Beauty soon decays. 3 Depend on God, and Him obey; So thou within the Land shalt stay, Secure from Danger, and from Want; 4 Make His Commands thy chief Delight; And He, thy Duty to requite, Shall all thy earnest Wishes grant. 5 In all thy Ways trust thou the Lord, And He will needful Help afford, To perfect ev'ry just Design; 6 He'll make, like Light, serene and clear, Thy clouded Innocence appear, And as a mid-day Sun to shine. 7 With quiet Mind on God depend, And patiently for Him attend; Nor let thy Anger fondly rise, Tho' wicked men with Wealth abound, And with Success the Plots are crown'd, Which they maliciously devise. 8 From Anger cease, and Wrath forsake; Let no ungovern'd Passion make Thy wav'ring Heart espous their Crime: 9 For God shall sinful Men destroy; Whilst only they the Land enjoy, Who trust on Him, and wait His Time. 10 How soon shall wicked Men decay! Their Place shall vanish quite away, Nor by the strictest Search be found; 11 Whilst humble Souls possess the Earth, Rejoicing still with godly Mirth, With Peace and Plenty always crown'd. Part II 12 While sinful Crouds, with false Design, Against the righteous Few combine, And gnash their Teeth, and threat'ning stand; 13 God shall their empty Plots deride, And laugh at their defeated Pride: He sees their Ruin near at hand. 14 They draw the Sword, and bend the Bow, The Poor and Needy to o'erthrow, And Men of upright Lives to slay: 15 But their strong Bows shall soon be broke Their sharpen'd Weapon's mortal Stroke Thro' their own Hearts shall force its Way. 16 A Little, with God's Favour blest, That's by one righteous Men possess'd, The Wealth of many Bad excels: 17 For God supports the just Man's Cause; But, as for those that break his Laws, Their unsuccessful Pow'r He quells. 18 His constant Care the Upright guides, And over all their Life presides; Their Portion shall for ever last: 19 They, when Distress o'erwhelms the Earth, Shall be unmov'd, and ev'n in Dearth The happy Fruits of Plenty taste. 20 Not so the wicked Men, and those Who proudly dare God's Will oppose: Destruction is their hapless Share: Like Fat of Lambs, their Hopes, and they, Shall in an Instant melt away, And vanish into Smoke and Air. Part III 21 While Sinners, brought to sad Decay, Still borrow on, and never pay, The Just have Will and Pow'r to give; 22 For such as God vouchsafes to bless, Shall peaceably the Earth possess; And those He curses, shall not live. 23 The good Man's Way is God's Delight; He orders all the Steps aright, Of him that moves by his Command; 24 Though he sometimes may be distress'd; Yet shall he ne'er be quite oppress'd; For God upholds him with his Hand. 25 From my first youth, till Age prevail'd, I never saw the Righteous fail'd, Or Want o'ertake his num'rous Race, 26 Because Compassion fill'd his Heart, And he did chearfully impart, God made his offspring's Wealth increase. 27 With Caution shun each wicked Deed, In Virtue's Ways with Zeal proceed, And so prolong your happy Days: 28 For God, who Judgment loves, does still Preserve his Saints secure from Ill, While soon the wicked Race decays. 29,30,31 The Upright shall possess the land: His Portion shall for Ages stand; His Mouth with Wisdom is supply'd; His Tongue by Rules of Judgment moves; His Heart the Law of God approves; Therefore his Footsteps never slide. Part IV 32 In wait the watchful Sinner lies, In vain, his righteous to surprize, In vain, his Ruin does decree: 33 God will not him defenceless leave, To his Revenge expos'd, but save, And, when he's sentenc'd, set him free. 34 Wait still on God; keep his Commands; And thou, exalted in the land, Thy blest Possession ne'er shalt quit: The Wicked soon destroy'd shall be, And at his dismal Tragedy Thou shalt a safe Spectator sit. 35 The Wicked I in Pow'r have seen, And, like a Bay-tree, fresh and green, That spreads its pleasant Branches round; 36 But he was gone as swift as Thought; And tho' in ev'ry Place I sought, No Sign or Track of him I found. 37 Observe the perfect Man with Care, And mark all such as upright are; Their roughest Days in Peace shall end: 38 While on the latter End of those, Who dare God's sacred Will oppose. A common Ruin shall attend. 39 God to the Just will Aid afford; Their only Safeguard is the Lord; Their Strength, in time of Need, is He: 40 Because on Him they still depend, The Lord will timely Succour send, And from the Wicked set them free. Scripture: Psalm 37 Languages: English

Thy chast'ning Wrath, O Lord, restrain

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #75 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Thy chast'ning Wrath, O Lord, restrain, tho' I deserve it all; Nor let at once on me the Storm of thy Displeasure fall. 2 In ev'ry wretched Part of me thy Arrows deep remain; Thy heavy Hand's afflicting Weight I can no more sustain. 3 My Flesh is one continu'd Wound, Thy Wrath so fiercely glows; Betwixt my Punishment and Guilt, my Bones have no Repose. 4 My Sins, which to a Deluge swell, my sinking Head o'erflow; And, for my feeble Strength to bear, too vast a Burden grow. 5 Stench and Corruption fill my Wounds, my Folly's just Return: 6 With Trouble I am warp'd and bow'd, and all Day long I mourn. 7 A loath'd Disease afflicts my Loins, infecting ev'ry Part; 8 With Sickness worn, I groan and roar, thro' Anguish of my Heart. Part II 9 But, Lord, before thy searching Eyes all my Desires appear; And, sure, my Groans have been too loud, not to have reach'd thine Ear. 10 My Heart oppress'd, my Strength decay'd, my Eyes depriv'd of Light: 11 Friends, Lovers, Kinsmen, gaze aloof on such a dismal Sight. 12 Mean while, the Foes that seek my Life, their Snares to take me set; Vent Slanders,and contrive all Day to forge some new Deceit. 13 But I, as if both deaf and dumb, nor heard, nor once reply'd; 14 Quite deaf and dumb, like one whose tongue with conscious Guilt is ty'd. 15 For Lord, to Thee, I do appeal, my Innocence to clear; Assur'd that Thou, the righteous God, my injur'd Cause wilt hear. 16 "Hear me," said I, "lest my proud Foes "a spiteful Joy display; "Insulting, if they see my foot "but once to go astray." 17 And, with continual Grief oppress'd, to sink I now begin. 18 To Thee, O Lord, I will confess, to Thee bewail my sin. 19 But whilst I languish, my proud Foes their Strength and Vigour boast; And they who hate me without Cause, are grown a dreadful Host. 20 Ev'n they whom I oblig'd, return my Kindness with Despite; And are my Enemies, because, I chuse the Path that's right. 21 Forsake me not, O Lord my God, nor far from me depart; 22 Make haste to my Relief, O Thou who my Salvation art. Scripture: Psalm 38 Languages: English

Resolved to watch o'er all my ways

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #78 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Resolv'd to watch o'er all my Ways, I kept my Tongue in Awe; I curb'd my hasty Words, when I the prosp'rous Wicked saw. 2 Like one that's dumb, I silent stood, and did my Tongue refrain From good Discourse; but that Restraint increas'd my inward Pain. 3 My Heart did glow, which working Tho'ts did hot and restless make; And warm Reflections fann'd the Fire, till thus at length I spake: 4 Lord, let me know my Term of Days, how soon my Life will end; The num'rous Train of Ills disclose, which this frail State attend. 5 My Life, Thou know'st, is but a Span; a Cypher sums my Years; And ev'ry Man, in best Estate, but Vanity appears. 6 Man, like a Shadow, vainly walks, with fruitless Cares oppress'd: He heaps up Wealth, but cannot tell by whom 'twill be possess'd. 7 Why then should I on worthless Toys, with anxious Care, attend? On Thee alone my stedfast Hope shall ever, Lord, depend. 8,9 Forgive my Sins; nor let me scorn'd by foolish Sinners be; For I was dumb, and murmur'd not, because 'twas done by Thee. 10 The dreadful Burden of thy Wrath in Mercy soon remove; Lest my frail Flesh too weak to bear the heavy Load should prove. 11 For when thou chast'nest Man for Sin, Thou mak'st his Beauty fade (So vain a Thing is he!) like Cloth by fretting Moths decay'd. 12 Lord, hear my Cry, accept my Tears, and listen to my Pray'r, Who sojourn like a Stranger here, as all my Fathers were. 13 O! spare me yet a little time; my wasted Strength restore, Before I vanish quite from hence, and shall be seen no more. Scripture: Psalm 39 Languages: English

I waited meekly for the Lord

Hymnal: NVPD1754 #79 (1754) Lyrics: 1 I waited meekly for the Lord, Till He vouchsaf'd a kind Reply; Who did His gracious Ear afford, And heard from Heav'n my humble Cry. 2 He took me from the dismal Pit, When founder'd deep in miry Clay; On solid Ground He plac'd my Feet, And suffer'd not my Steps to stray. 3 The Wonders He for me has wrought, Shall fill my Mouth with Songs of Praise; And others, to his Worship brought, To Hopes of like Deliv'rance raise. 4 For Blessings shall that Man reward, Who on th' Almighty Lord relies; Who treats the Proud with Disregard, And hates the Hypocrite's Disguise. 5 Who can the wond'rous works recount, Which Thou, O God, for us hast wrought? The Treasues of thy Love surmount The Pow'r of Numbers, Speech and Thought. 6 I've learnt, that Thou hast not desir'd Off'rings and Sacrifice alone; Nor Blood of guiltless Beasts requir'd, For Man's Transgression to atone. 7 I therefor come - come to fulfil The Oracles thy Book impart: 8 'Tis my Delight to do thy Will; Thy Law is written in my Heart. Part II 9 In full Assemblies I have told Thy Truth and righteousness at large; Nor did, Thou know'st, my Lips with-hold From uttering what Thou gav'st in Charge; 10 Nor kept within my Breast confin'd Thy Faithfulness, and saving Grace; But preach'd thy Love, for All design'd, That All might That, and Truth, embrace. 11 Then let those Mercies I declar'd To others, Lord, extend to me: Thy loving Kindness my Reward, Thy Truth my safe Protection be. 12 For I with Troubles am distress'd, Too vast and numberless to bear; Nor less with Loads of Guilt oppress'd, That plunge and sink me to Despair. As soon, alas! I may recount The Hairs on this afflicted Head; My vanquish'd Courage they surmount, And fill my drooping Soul with Dread. Part III 13 But, Lord, to my Relief draw near; For never was more pressing Need: In my Deliv'rance, Lord, appear, And add to that Deliv'rance Speed. 14 Confusion on their Heads return, Who to destroy my soul combine; Let them, defeated, blush and mourn, Ensnar'd in their own vile Design. 15 Their Doom let Desolation be, With Shame their Malice be repaid, Who mock'd my Confidence in thee, And Sport of my Affliction made: 16 While those who humbly seek thy Face, To joyful Triumphs shall be rais'd; And all who prize thy saving Grace, With me resound, the lord be prais'd. 17 Thus, wretched tho' I am, and poor, Of me th' Almighty Lord takes care: Thou, God, who only canst restore, To my Relief with Speed repair. Scripture: Psalm 40 Languages: English