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Psalm 55: Lord, hear my pray'r, hide not thyself

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #P59 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases First Line: Lord, hear my pray'r, hide not thyself Lyrics: 1Lord, hear my pray’r, hide not thyself from my entreating voice: 2Attend and hear me; in my plaint I mourn and make a noise. 3Because of th’ en’my’s voice, and for lewd men’s oppression great: On me they cast iniquity, and they in wrath me hate. 4Sore pain’d within me is my heart: death’s terrors on me fall. 5On me comes trembling, fear and dread o’erwhelmed me withal. 6O that I, like a dove, had wings, said I, then would I flee Far hence, that I might find a place where I in rest might be. 7Lo, then far off I wander would, and in the desert stay; 8From windy storm and tempest I would haste to ‘scape away. 9O Lord, on them destruction bring, and do their tongues divide; For in the city violence and strife I have espy’d. 10They day and night upon the walls do go about it round: There mischief is, and sorrow there in midst of it is found. 11Abundant wickedness there is within her inward part; And from her streets deceitfulness and guile do not depart. 12He was no foe that me reproach’d, then that endure I could; Nor hater that did ‘gainst me boast, from him me hide I would. 13But thou, man, who mine equal, guide, and mine acquaintance wast: 14We join’d sweet counsels, to God’s house in company we past. 15Let death upon them seize, and down let them go quick to hell; For wickedness doth much abound among them where they dwell. 16I’ll call on God: God will me save. 17I’ll pray, and make a noise At ev’ning, morning, and at noon; and he shall hear my voice. 18He hath my soul delivered, that it in peace might be From battle that against me was; for many were with me. 19The Lord shall hear, and them afflict, of old who hath abode: Because they never changes have, therefore they fear not God. 20’Gainst those that were at peace with him he hath put forth his hand: The covenant that he had made, by breaking he profan’d. 21More smooth than butter were his words, while in his heart was war; His speeches were more soft than oil, and yet drawn swords they are. 22Cast thou thy burden on the Lord, and he shall thee sustain; Yea, he shall cause the righteous man unmoved to remain. 23But thou, O Lord my God, those men in justice shalt o’erthrow, And in destruction’s dungeon dark at last shalt lay them low: The bloody and deceitful men shall not live half their days: But upon thee with confidence I will depend always. Scripture: Psalm 55 Languages: English
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Hear thou my prayer, O God, hide not

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook #P55a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook Lyrics: 1 Hear thou my prayer, O God, hide not from my entreating voice: 2 attend and hear me, in my plaint I mourn and make a noise; 3 for voice of enemies, and for vile men’s oppression great: on me they cast iniquity, and they in wrath me hate. 4 Sore pained within me is my heart: death’s terrors on me fall. 5 On me comes trembling, fear and dread me overwhelmed withal. 6 O that I like a dove had wings, said I, then would I flee far hence, that I might find a place where I in rest might be. 7 Lo, then far off I wander would, and in the desert stay; 8 from stormy wind and tempest I would haste to ‘scape away. 9 O Lord, on them destruction bring, do thou their tongues divide; for in the city violence and strife have I descried. 10 They day and night upon the walls do compass it around: there mischief is, and sorrow there in midst of it is found. 11 Abundant wickedness there is within its inward part; and from its streets deceitfulness and guile do not depart. 12 He was no foe that me reproached, for that I could abide; no hater that against me rose, else I from him might hide. 13 'Twas thou, a man, mine equal, guide, who mine acquaintance wast: 14 we joined sweet counsels: to God’s house amidst the throng we passed. 15 Let death them seize, and to the grave alive let them depart; for wickedness is in their house and evil in their heart. 16 I call on God; the Lord me saves. 17 I make my plaint and sigh at evening, morning, and at noon; and he regards my cry. 18 He hath my soul delivered, that it in peace might be from battle that against me was; for many were with me. 19 The Lord shall hear and them afflict (of old abideth he), even them who have no fear of God, and changes never see. 20 ’Gainst those that were at peace with him he hath put forth his hand: the covenant that he had made, by breaking he profaned. 21 More smooth than butter were his words, while in his heart was war: his speeches were more soft than oil, and yet drawn swords they are. 22 Cast thou thy burden on the Lord, and he shall thee sustain; yea, he shall cause the righteous man unmoved to remain. 23 But thou, O God, in judgment just those men shalt overthrow, and in destruction’s dungeon dark at last shalt lay them low; The bloody and deceitful men shall not live half their days: but upon thee with confidence I will depend always. Scripture: Psalm 55 Languages: English Tune Title: CULROSS
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Hear thou my prayer, O God, hide not

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook #P55b (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook Lyrics: 1 Hear thou my prayer, O God, hide not from my entreating voice: 2 attend and hear me, in my plaint I mourn and make a noise; 3 for voice of enemies, and for vile men’s oppression great: on me they cast iniquity, and they in wrath me hate. 4 Sore pained within me is my heart: death’s terrors on me fall. 5 On me comes trembling, fear and dread me overwhelmed withal. 6 O that I like a dove had wings, said I, then would I flee far hence, that I might find a place where I in rest might be. 7 Lo, then far off I wander would, and in the desert stay; 8 from stormy wind and tempest I would haste to ‘scape away. 9 O Lord, on them destruction bring, do thou their tongues divide; for in the city violence and strife have I descried. 10 They day and night upon the walls do compass it around: there mischief is, and sorrow there in midst of it is found. 11 Abundant wickedness there is within its inward part; and from its streets deceitfulness and guile do not depart. 12 He was no foe that me reproached, for that I could abide; no hater that against me rose, else I from him might hide. 13 'Twas thou, a man, mine equal, guide, who mine acquaintance wast: 14 we joined sweet counsels: to God’s house amidst the throng we passed. 15 Let death them seize, and to the grave alive let them depart; for wickedness is in their house and evil in their heart. 16 I call on God; the Lord me saves. 17 I make my plaint and sigh at evening, morning, and at noon; and he regards my cry. 18 He hath my soul delivered, that it in peace might be from battle that against me was; for many were with me. 19 The Lord shall hear and them afflict (of old abideth he), even them who have no fear of God, and changes never see. 20 ’Gainst those that were at peace with him he hath put forth his hand: the covenant that he had made, by breaking he profaned. 21 More smooth than butter were his words, while in his heart was war: his speeches were more soft than oil, and yet drawn swords they are. 22 Cast thou thy burden on the Lord, and he shall thee sustain; yea, he shall cause the righteous man unmoved to remain. 23 But thou, O God, in judgment just those men shalt overthrow, and in destruction’s dungeon dark at last shalt lay them low; The bloody and deceitful men shall not live half their days: but upon thee with confidence I will depend always. Scripture: Psalm 55 Languages: English Tune Title: MARTYRS

Lord, hear my prayer, hide not thyself

Hymnal: The Psalms of David, in Metre #d61 (1849) Hymnal Title: The Psalms of David, in Metre

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