A New Version of the Psalms of David ‎#298

298. Lord, hear my Pray'r, and to my Cry

1 Lord, hear my Pray'r, and to my Cry
thy wonted Audience lend;
In thy accustom'd Faith and Truth
a gracious Answer send.
2 Nor at thy strict Tribunal bring
thy Servant to be try'd;
For in thy Sight no living Man
can e'er be justify'd.

3 The spiteful Foe pursues my Life,
whose Comforts all are fled;
He drives me into Caves as dark
as Mansions of the Dead.
4 My Spirit therefore is o'erwhelm'd,
and sinks within my Brest;
My mournful Heart grows desolate,
with heavy Woes opprest.

5 I call to mind the Days of old,
and Wonders thou hast wrought:
My former Dangers and Escapes
employ my musing Thought.
6 To thee my Hands in humble prayer
I fervently stretch out;
My Soul for thy Refreshment thirsts,
like Land opprest with Drought.

7 Hear me with Speed, my Spirit fails;
thy Face no longer hide,
Lest I become forlorn, like them
that in the Grave reside.
8 Thy Kindness early let me hear,
whose Trust on thee depends;
Teach me the Way where I should go:
my soul to thee ascends.

9 Do thou, O Lord, from all my Foes
preserve, and set me free;
A safe Retreat against their Rage,
my Soul implores from Thee.
10 Thou art my God, thy righteous Will
instruct me to obey;
Let thy good Spirit lead and keep
my Soul in thy right Way.

11 O for the sake of thy great Name
revive my drooping Heart:
For thy Truth's Sake to me distress'd,
thy promis'd Aid impart.
12 In Pity to my Suff'rings, Lord,
reduce my Foes to Shame;
Slay them that persecute a Soul
devoted to thy Name.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, hear my Pray'r, and to my Cry
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1754
• Scripture:
  Psalm 143

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