1 O Lord, that art my righteous Judge,
to my Complaint give Ear.
Thou still redeem'st me from Distress:
Have Mercy, Lord, and hear.
2 How long will ye, O Sons of Men,
to blot my Fame devise?
How long your vain Designs pursue,
and spread malicious Lies?
3 Consider that the righteous Man
is God's peculiar Choice;
And when to him I make my Pray'r,
he always hears my Voice.
4 Then stand in Awe of his Commands,
flee ev'ry Thing that's ill;
Commune in private with your Hearts,
and bind them to his Will.
5 The Place of other Sacrifice
let Righteousness supply;
And let your Hope, securely fix'd,
on God alone rely.
6 While worldly Minds impatient grow,
more prosp'rous Times to see;
Still let the Glories of thy Face
shine brightly, Lord, on me.
7 So shall my Heart o'er flow with Joy,
more lasting, and more true,
Than theirs, who Stores of Corn and Wine
8 Then down in Peace I'll lay my Head,
and take my needful Rest:
No other Guard, O Lord, I crave,
of thy Defence possest.