1. In Thee, O Lord, I place my trust,
O put me not to shame;
Deliver me from threatening ills,
As righteous is thy name.
2. Bow down thy gracious ear, let me
Deliverance speedy gain;
Be my strong rock, and sheltering tower,
Where I may safe remain
3. For thou my rock, and fortress, art;
For thy name's sake me guide.
4. O pull me from their private snares;
Thou dost my strength abide.
5. Into thine hands, almighty God,
My spirit I commit;
Lord God of truth, who to redeem
Hast never failed me yet.
6. Who lying vanities regard,
I always have abhorred;
But ever, in my greatest straits,
Have trusted in the Lord.
7. With joy, and gladness, I'll record
The mercies thou hast shown;
For thou hast mine affliction seen,
My soul in trouble known.
8. Thou hast not shut me in the power
Of a false treacherous race;
But set my feet at liberty
In an enlarged place.
9. O Lord, have mercy upon me,
My trouble on me preys;
Mine eyes consume, my spirits fail,
My strength with grief decays.
10. My life is spent with grief, my years
Consume in sighs, and groans;
My sins have robbed me of my strength,
And wasted all my bones.
11. By all my foes, and neighbors too,
I in reproach was had;
I was a terror to my friends,
When I drew near, they fled,
12. I am forgot, like one that's dead,
Whose name, and memory's lost;
Like earthen vessels that are broke,
Away, as useless, tossed.
13. Their many slanders I have heard;
Just fears about me spread,
While they took counsel, and devised
My guiltless blood to shed.
14. I said, "Thou art my God, my trust,
I in thee, Lord repose;
15. My times are in thine hand, defend
Me from pursuing foes."
16. The brightness of thy face to shine
On me, thy servant, make;
And thy salvation to me grant
For thy free mercy's sake.
17. Let me not be ashamed, O Lord,
Whose pity still I crave;
But let the wicked be ashamed,
And silent in the grave.
18. Silence their false reviling tongues,
Which grievous slanders vent;
In arrogance, and high contempt,
Against the innocent.
19. How wondrous great's thy goodness Lord,
Reserved for the just;
Which thou hast wrought, before the world,
For all in thee, who trust.
20. Thou in thy presence shalt them screen,
From all the sons of pride;
And covered from the strife of tongues
In thy pavilion hide.
2I. Forever blessed be the Lord,
For wondrous kindness shown;
When threatening dangers me enclosed,
Within a fenced town.
22. For then in haste, I rashly said,
"I'm banished from thine eyes;"
Yet thou hast heard my groaning voice,
And answered all my cries.
23. O love the Lord, all ye his saints,
Who doth the faithful guard;
But on proud doers justly heaps
A plentiful reward.
24. Then let your courage firm remain,
In his ne'er failing word;
Confirm your hearts, all ye whose hope
Is fixed on the Lord.
John Barnard, born in Boston, Nov. 6, 1681; in 1752 made a version of psalms with the music; settled at Marblehead; introduced new music ther; died Jan 14, 1770, aged 89.
A Dictionary of Musical Information by John W. Moore, Boston: Oliver, Ditson & Company, 1876
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