O Lord, to Thee I cry;
Thou art my Rock and
Trust;
O be not silent, lest I
die
And slumber in the
dust.
O hear me when
in prayer
Thy favor I entreat;
Hear, while I lift
imploring hands
Before Thy mercy seat.
O draw me not away
With those of evil
will;
With them who speak of
peace indeed,
But still are plotting
ill.
Requite them for
their wrong,
Their evil deeds, O
Lord;
O give them then their
just desert,
And to their deeds
reward.
Thy deeds they
disregard,
Thy handiwork despise;
And therefore Thou wilt
cast them down
And never let them
rise.
But blessèd be the
Lord
Who hearkens when I
cry;
The Lord, my Strength,
my Help, my Shield,
On Him will I rely.
His help makes glad
my heart,
And songs of praise I
sing;
Jehovah is His people’s
Strength,
The Stronghold of their
king.
Bless Thine
inheritance,
Our Savior be, I pray;
Supply Thou all Thy
people’s need,
And be their constant
Stay.
