We ask for donations here just twice a year, and this is one of those times. So, before you hit the "close" button on this box, would you consider a donation to keep Hymnary.org going? Even small amounts help, and they also let us know you're behind us and support what we do.

Last month, our Hymnary website had almost 1 million visitors from around the world: people like you who love hymns. To serve our users well takes money, and we have limited sources of revenue. This fund drive is one such source.

You can make your tax-deductible contribution by sending a check to Hymnary.org at 3201 Burton SE, Grand Rapids, MI 49546, or you can click the Donate button below. From the entire Hymnary.org team, our grateful thanks.

I on the Lord with confidence rely

I on the Lord with confidence rely

Author: Thomas Cradock
Published in 1 hymnal

Representative Text

1 I on the Lord with confidence rely;
(Sure is the aid of the divinity).
Why then d'ye bid my soul distrust his pow'r,
And a vain refuge in the hills explore;
Like tim'rous birds, whose flight betrays their fear,
Who swiftly skim the skies, when danger's near?
2 For lo! th' ungodly bend their hostile bow;
Their arrows ready on the firing they shew;
With private spite they at the righteous aim,
The man, whose conscious heart is free from blame.
3 But thou'lt, almighty Lord, their fury slay;
The righteous thou'lt protect, who thee obey;
Thou wilt their helpless innocence defend;
The bow with fruitless aim th' ungodly bend.
4 Thou in thy hallow'd temple fit'st on high;
High in thy heav'ns, enthron'd in majesty,
Full in thy view the scatter'd nations are;
Howe'er dispers'd, they all employ thy care.
5 Thine eye the actions of the good man views,
The bad thro' all his mazy crimes pursues;
The good are constant objects of thy love;
The bad thy bitt'rest indignation prove.
6 Thou on the bad dost dire destruction pour,
Hear! the black tempests all around them roar,
Hark! the loud thunder rattles o'er their heads;
Lo! it's swift fires the sulph'rous lightning sheds.
7 But, just thyself, thou call'st: the just man thine,
And bidst thy mercy on the upright shine.

Source: New Version of the Psalms of David #XI

Author: Thomas Cradock

Rector of St. Thomas's, Baltimore County, Maryland Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: I on the Lord with confidence rely
Author: Thomas Cradock
Language: English
Publication Date: 1756
Copyright: Public Domain

Instances

Instances (1 - 1 of 1)
TextPage Scan

New Version of the Psalms of David #XI

Suggestions or corrections? Contact us



Advertisements


It looks like you are using an ad-blocker. Ad revenue helps keep us running. Please consider white-listing Hymnary.org or subscribing to eliminate ads entirely and help support Hymnary.org.