To thee, O Lord, my cries ascend, O hasten thou to my relief (Hopkinson)Adapter: Francis Hopkinson
Tune: VATER UNSER
Published in 1 hymnal
1 To thee, O LORD, my Cries ascend;
Oh, hasten thou to my Relief,
And with accustom'd Pity hear
The mournful Accents of my Grief;
And when I lift my Voice to thee,
Do thou vouchsafe to comfort me.
2 Instead of Off'rings, let my Pray'r
To Heav'n, like Morning-Incense rise;
And let my lifted Hands supply
The Place of Ev'ning Sacrifice.
Let Prudence be my constant Guard,
My Lips with wary Silence barr'd.
3 From wicked Men's Designs and Deeds,
Do thou my Heart and Hands restrain;
Nor let me in the Booty share
Of their most base unrighteous Gain;
Lest I, like them, should go astray,
And leave thy pure and perfect Way.
4 Let upright Men reprove my Faults,
And I shall still believe them kind;
Like Balm that heals a wounded Head,
Their Admonitions I shall find;
When they're reduc'd to like Distress,
My Pray'r for them I will address.
5 When skulking in Engedi's Rock,
I to their haughty Chiefs appeal;
If one reproachful Word I spoke,
Although I had Pow'r to kill;
And yet our scatter'd Ruins lie,
Like Chips that from the Axes fly.
6 But gracious LORD, to thee I will
Direct my supplicating Eyes;
O! leave not destitute my Soul,
Whose Trust on thee alone relies.
Let them in Snares entrapped be,
Which their own Hands design'd for me.
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 #CXLI
|First Line:||To thee, O Lord, my cries ascend, O hasten thou to my relief (Hopkinson)|
|Source:||Tate and Brady's New Version, "To thee, O Lord, my cries ascend"|
|Copyright:||This text in in the public domain in the United States because it was published before 1923.|
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|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 #CXLI||To thee, O LORD, my Cries ascend||[To thee, O Lord, my Cries ascend]||Psalm 141||1767||Prayers | When surrounded by Enemies; Prophecies | Prophetical Curses against the Enemies and Persecutors of the Chruch|