1 O LORD! to my Relief draw near.
For never was more Need;
In my Defence do thou appear,
O GOD, and come with Speed.
On them let Shame return,
Who to destroy my Soul combine;
O let them blush and mourn,
Defeated in their base Design.
2 Their Doom let Desolation be,
Their Malice be repaid,
Who mock'd my Confidence in thee,
And me their Pastime made.
While Those who seek thy Face,
To joyful Triumphs shall be rais'd,
And all who prize thy Grace,
Shall sing with me, the LORD be prais'd.
5 Thus wretched tho' I am, and poor,
The LORD of me takes Care;
Thou GOD, who only can'st restore,
To my Relief repair!
Source: The Psalms of David: with the Ten Commandments, Creed, Lord's Prayer, &c. in metre...for the use of the Reformed Protestant Dutch church of the city of New York #LXX