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O Lord, assist; for faith, for honour's flown

O Lord, assist; for faith, for honour's flown

Author: Thomas Cradock
Published in 1 hymnal

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1 O Lord, asisst; for faith, for honour's flown;
Our Earth they've left, and sure to Heav'n are gone:
2 Now each man to delude his neighbour tries;
Their tongues are tipt with flatteries and lies.
3 But the proud tongue, that speaks a haughty lie,
The false, the flattering lip, wilt thou destroy:
4 Who fearless say; " Our lips are sure our own;
"Be by our perjur'd tongues our courage known;
"Our villain-schemes undaunted we'll maintain;
"And who our tongues shall curb, our lips shall rein?"
5 But thou shalt hear th' afflicted's earnest sighs;
Thou in behalf of innocence shalt rise;
Shalt free their souls from each insidious snare,
And heal their sorrows with a father's care.
6 For in thy word, O Lord, we rest secure,
Thy word, than purest silver far more pure;
Than silver sev'n times by the fire refin'd,
It's dross exhal'd, and scatter'd by the wind.
7 Yes; what thy honour speaks, wilt thou maintain;
Their righteous souls in all their griefs sustain;
From this degen'rate race wilt set them free,
And bless them with their native liberty.
8 "But when unjust and impious men bear sway,
"Then vice exults, and walks in open day."


Source: New Version of the Psalms of David #XII

Author: Thomas Cradock

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

Text Information

First Line: O Lord, assist; for faith, for honour's flown
Author: Thomas Cradock
Language: English
Publication Date: 1756
Copyright: This text in in the public domain in the United States because it was published before 1923.



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