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Lord, hear my pray'r, hide not thyself
Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 5 hymnals First Line: Lord, hear my prayer, 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.
Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases
Lord, hear my pray'r, hide not thyself
Psalm 55: Lord, hear my pray'r, hide not thyself
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #P59 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 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
Psalm 55: Lord, hear my pray'r, hide not thyself
Lord, hear my prayer, hide not thyself
Hymnal: The Psalms of David, in Metre #d61 (1849)
Lord, hear my prayer, hide not thyself
Psalm 55
Hymnal: Foundations Psalter #55 (2023) First Line: Lord, hear my pray'r, hide not thyself Lyrics: 1 Lord, hear my prayer, hide not thyself
from my entreating voice:
2 Attend and hear me; in my plaint
I mourn and make a noise.
3 Because of th' en'my's voice, and for
lewd 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
o'erwhelmèd me 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 windy storm and tempest I
would haste to 'scape away.
9 O Lord, on them destruction bring,
and do their tongues divide;
For in the city violence
and strife I have espied.
10 They day and night upon the walls
do go about it round:
There mischief is, and sorrow there
in midst of it is found.
11 Abundant wickedness there is
within her inward part;
And from her streets deceitfulness
and guile do not depart.
12 He was no foe that me reproached,
then that endure I could;
Nor hater that did 'gainst me boast,
from him me hide I would.
13 But thou, man, who mine equal, guide,
and mine acquaintance wast:
14 We joined sweet counsels, to God's house
in company we past.
15 Let death upon them seize, and down
let them go quick to hell;
For wickedness doth much abound
among them where they dwell.
16 I'll call on God: God will me save.
17 I'll pray, and make a noise
At ev'ning, morning, and at noon;
and he shall hear my voice.
18 He hath my soul deliverèd,
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 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 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
unmovèd to remain.
23 But 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
Psalm 55
David Evans
1874 - 1948 Person Name: David Evans, 1874-1948 Harmonizer of "MARTYRS" in The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook David Evans (b. Resolven, Glamorganshire, Wales, 1874; d. Rosllannerchrugog, Denbighshire, Wales, 1948) was an important leader in Welsh church music. Educated at Arnold College, Swansea, and at University College, Cardiff, he received a doctorate in music from Oxford University. His longest professional post was as professor of music at University College in Cardiff (1903-1939), where he organized a large music department. He was also a well-known and respected judge at Welsh hymn-singing festivals and a composer of many orchestral and choral works, anthems, service music, and hymn tunes.
Bert Polman
David Evans
