1 O Lord, to Thee I cry;
Thou art my rock and trust;
O be not silent, lest I die
And slumber in the dust.
2 O hear me when in prayer
thy favor I entreat;
Hear, while I lift imploring hands
Before Thy mercy-seat
3 O let me have no part
with those that hate the right;
For as their works, so their reward:
Jehovah will requite.
4 But blessed be the Lord
Who hearkens when I cry;
The Lord, my strength, my help, my shield,
On Him will I rely.
5 His help makes glad my heart,
And songs of praise I sing;
Jehovah is His people's strength,
The strong-hold of their king.
6 Bless Thy inheritance,
Our Saviour, be, I pray;
Supply Thou all Thy people's need,
And be their constant stay.Source: The Psalter: with responsive readings #75