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What though my joys and comfort die?
The Lord my savior liveth.
What though the darkness gather round?
Songs in the night he giveth.

(My Life Flows On In Endless Song)

Lord, hear my pray'r, hide not thyself

Lord, hear my prayer, hide not thyself

Published in 4 hymnals

Representative Text

1 Lord, hear my pray’r, 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 pain’d within me is my heart:
death’s terrors on me fall.
5 On me comes trembling, fear and dread
o’erwhelmed 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 espy’d.

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 reproach’d,
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 join’d 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 delivered,
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 profan’d.

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
unmoved 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.

Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases

Text Information

First Line: Lord, hear my prayer, hide not thyself
Title: Lord, hear my pray'r, hide not thyself
Meter: 8.6.8.6
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain

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Instances

Instances (1 - 2 of 2)

The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook #T51b

The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook #T82a

Include 2 pre-1979 instances
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