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Hear me, O Lord! in my distress

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Sacred Poems and Hymns #176 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: Hear me, O Lord! in my distress, Hear me in truth and righteousness; For, at Thy bar of judgment tried, None living can be justified. Lord! I have foes without, within, The world, the flesh, indwelling sin, Life's daily ills, temptation's power, And Satan roaring to devour. These, these, my fainting soul surround, My strength is smitten to the ground; Like those long dead, beneath their weight, Crush'd is my heart, and desolate. Yet in the gloom of silent thought, I call to mind what God hath wrought, Thy wonders in the days of old, Thy mercies great and manifold. Ah! then to Thee I stretch my hands, Like fainting streams through desert sands; I thirst for thee, as harvest plains, Parch'd by the summer, thirst for rains. O let me not thus hopeless lie Like one condemn'd at morn to die; But with the morning may I see Thy loving kindness visit me. 180 Teach me Thy will, subdue my own; Thou art my God, and Thou alone, By Thy good Spirit guide me still, Safe from all foes, to Zion's Hill. Release my soul from trouble, Lord, Quicken and keep me by Thy word; May all its promises be mine! Thou art my portion,--I am Thine. Topics: Faith trials of Scripture: Psalm 43 Languages: English

Psalm 143

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Hymns and Devotions for Daily Worship #127b2 (2024) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Hear me, O Lord, in my distress Lyrics: 1. Hear me, O Lord, in my distress, Hear me in truth and righteousness, For at your bar of judgment tried, None living can be justified. 2. Lord, I have foes without, within: The world, the flesh, indwelling sin, Life’s daily ills, temptation’s power, And Satan roaring to devour. 3. These, these my fainting soul surround; My strength is smitten to the ground; Like those long dead, beneath their weight Crushed is my heart and desolate. 4. Yet, in the gloom of silent thought, I call to mind what God has wrought: Your wonders in the days of old, Your mercies great and manifold. 5. Ah! then to you I stretch my hands, Like failing streams through desert sands; I thirst for you, as harvest plains Parched by the summer thirst for rains. 6. Oh, let me not thus hopeless lie Like one condemned at morn to die, But with the morning may I see Your loving-kindness visit me. 7. Teach me your will, subdue my own; You are my God, and you alone; By your good Spirit guide me still, Safe from all foes, to Zion’s hill. 8. Release my soul from trouble, Lord; Quicken and keep me by your word; May all its promises reward; Thus be my portion—I am yours. Topics: Lent; Holy Week Saturday Vigil; Penitential Psalms Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English