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O Lord my God, I put my trust
Author: T. S. Hymnal: The Whole Book of Psalms #VII (1790) Scripture: Psalm 7 Lyrics: 1 O Lord my God, I put my trust
and confidence in thee;
Save me from them that me pursue,
and still deliver me:
2 Lest like a lion me he tear
and rend in pieces small,
While there is none to succour me,
and rid me out of thrall.
3 O Lord my God, if I have done
the thing that is not right,
Or else if I be found in fault,
or guilty in thy sight;
4 Or to my friend rewarded ill,
or left him in distress,
Who me pursu'd most cruelly,
and hated me causeless:
5 Then let my foe pursue my soul,
let him my life down thrust
Unto the earth, and also lay
my honour in the dust.
6 Stand up, O Lord, in wrath, because
my foes do rage so fast;
Unto the judgment rise for me
which thou commanded hast.
7 Then shall great nations come to thee,
and know thee by this thing,
If thou declare, for love of them,
thyself as Lord and King.
8 And as thou art of all men Judge,
O Lord, now judge thou me,
According to my righteousness
and my integrity.
The Second Part.
9 Lord, cease the hate of wicked men,
and be the just man's guide,
By whom the secrets of all hearts
are searchèd and descry'd.
10 I take my help to come of God
in all my pain and smart,
Who doth preserve all those that be
of pure and perfect heart.
11 The just man and the wicked both
God judgeth by his power,
So that he feels his mighty hand
ev'n every day and hour.
12 Except he change his mind, I die:
for ev'n as he thinks fit,
He whets his sword, he bends his bow,
aiming where he may hit;
13 And doth prepare his mortal darts
his arrows keen and sharp,
For them that do me persecute,
and do on mischief harp.
14 But 1o, tho' he in travail be
of his dev'lish forecast,
Yet of his mischief once conceiv'd
he brings forth nought at last.
15 He digs a ditch and makes it deep,
in hopes to hurt his brother;
But he shall fall into the pit
that he digg'd up for other.
16 Thus wrong returneth to the hurt
of him in whom it bred,
And all the mischief that he wrought
shall fall on his own head.
17 I will give thanks to God therefore,
that judgeth righteously,
And with my song will praise the name
of him that is most high. Languages: English
O Lord my God, I put my trust
Domine Deus meus
Author: T. S. Hymnal: The Whole Booke of Psalmes #3a (1640) Scripture: Psalm 7 First Line: O Lord my God I put my trust Lyrics: 1 O Lord my God I put my trust,
and confidence in thee:
Save me from them that me pursue,
and eke deliver me.
2 Lest like a Lion he me teare,
and rend in peaces small,
While there is none to succour me
and rid me out of thrall.
3 O Lord my God if I have done
the thing that is not right:
Or else if I be found in fault,
or guilty in thy sight.
4 Or to my friend rewarded ill,
or left him in distresse:
Which me pursu'd most cruelly,
and hated me causeless.
5 Then let my foes pursue my soule,
and eke my life down thrust
Unto the earth, and also lay
mine honour in the dust.
6 Start up O Lord now in thy wrth,
and put my foes to paine:
Performe the kingdome promised
to me which wrong sustaine.
7 Then shall great nations come to thee,
and know thee by this thing,
If thou declare for love of them,
thy selfe as Lord and King.
8 And as thou art of all men Judge,
O Lord now judge thou me
According to my righteousnesse,
and mine integrity.
The second Part:
9 Lord cease the hate of wicked men,
and be the just mans guide:
By whom the secrets of all hearts
are searched and descru;d.
10 I take my help to come of God
in all my paine and smart:
That doth preserve all those that be
of pure and perfect heart.
11 The just man and the wicked both
God judgeth by his power:
So that he feels his mighty hand
even every day and houre.
12 Except he change his mind, I die,
for even as he should smite
He whets his sword, his bow he bends,
aiming where he may hit.
13 And doth prepare his mortall darts
his arrows keene and sharp,
For them that do me persecute,
whilst he doth mischief warp.
14 But lo thought he in travell be
of his divelish fore-cast:
And of his mischief once conceive'd,
yet brings forth nought at last.
15 He digs a ditch and delves it deep,
in hpe to hurt his brother:
But he shall fall into the pit
that he dig'd up for other.
16 Thus wrong returneth to the hurt
of him in whom it bred;
And all the mischief that he wrought,
shall fall upon his head.
17 I will give thanks to God therefore,
that judgeth righteously:
And with my song will praise the Name
of him that is most high.
Languages: English
Domine Deus meus
