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To my just Plea, and sad Complaint

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #XVII (1760) Lyrics: 1 To my just Plea, and sad Complaint, attend, O righteous Lord, And to my Pray'r, as 'tis unfeign'd, a gracious Ear afford. 2 As in thy Sight I am approv'd, so let my Sentence be; And with impartial Eyes, O Lord, my upright Dealing see. 3 For thou hast search'd my Heart by Day, and visited by Night; And, on the strictest Trial found its secret Motions right. Nor shall thy Justice, Lord alone my Heart's Designs acquit; For I have purpos'd, that my Tongue shall no Offence commit. 4 I know what wicked Men would do, their Safety to maintain; But me thy just and mild Commands from bloody Paths restrain. 5 That I may still, in spite of Wrongs, my Innocence secure, O, guide me in thy righteous Ways, and make my Footsteps sure. 6 Since heretofore I ne'er in vain to Thee my Pray'r address'd; O! now, my God, incline thine Ear to this my just Request. The Wonders of thy Truth and Love in my Defence engage, Thou whose Right-hand preserves thy Saints from their Oppressors Rage. Part II 8.9 O! keep me in thy tend'rest Care; Thy sheltring Wings stretch out, To guard me safe from savage Foes, that compass me about; 10 O'ergrown with Luxury, inclos'd in their own Fat they lie; And with a proud blaspheming Mouth both God and Man defie. 11 Well may they boast; for they have now my Paths encompass'd round; Their Eyes at watch, their Bodies bow'd and couching on the Ground. 12 In Posture of a Loin set, when greedy of his Prey; Or a young Lion, when he lurks within a covert Way. 13 Arise, O Lord, defeat their Plots, their swelling Rage controul: From wicked Men, who are thy Sword, deliver thou my Soul: 14 From worldly Men, thy sharpest Scourge, whose Portion's here below; Who fill'd with earthly Stores, aspire no other Bliss to know. 15 Their Race is num'rous, that partake their Substance while they live; Their Heirs survive, to whom they may the vast Remainder give. 16 But I, in Uprightness, thy Face shall view without Controul; And, waking, shall its Image find reflected in my Soul. Scripture: Psalm 17 Languages: English

To my just Plea, and sad Complaint

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #26 (1754) Lyrics: 1 To my just Plea, and sad Complaint, attend, O righteous Lord, And to my Pray'r, as 'tis unfeign'd, a gracious Ear afford. 2 As in thy Sight I am approv'd, so let my Sentence be; And with impartial Eyes, O Lord, my upright Dealing see. 3 For thou hast search'd my Heart by Day, and visited by Night; And, on the strictest Trial, found its secret Motions right. Nor shall thy Justice, Lord, alone my Heart's Designs acquit; For I have purpos'd, that my tongue shall no Offence commit. 4 I know what wicked Men would do, their Safety to maintain; But me thy just and mild Commands from bloody Paths restrain. 5 That I may still, in spite of Wrongs, my Innocence secure, O, guide me in thy righteous Ways, and make my Footsteps sure. 6 Since heretofore I ne'er in vain to Thee my Pray'r address'd; O! now, my God, incline thine Ear to this my just Request. The Wonders of thy Truth and Love in my Defence engage, Thou whose Right-hand preserves thy Saints from their Oppressors Rage. Part II 8.9 O! keep me in thy tend'rest Care; Thy sheltring wings stretch out, To guard me safe from savage Foes, that compass me about; 10 O'ergrown with Luxury, inclos'd in their own Fat they lie; And with a proud blaspheming Mouth both God and Man defie. 11 Well may they boast; for they have now my Paths encompass'd round; their Eyes at watch, their Bodies bow'd and couching on the Ground. 12 In Posture of a Lion set, when greedy of his Prey; Or a young Lion, when he lurks within a covert Way. 13 Arise, O Lord, defeat their Plots, their swelling Rage controul: From wicked Men, who are thy Sword, deliver thou my soul: 14 From worldly Men, thy sharpest Scourge, whose Portion's here below; who, fill'd with earthly Stores, aspire no other Bliss to know. 15 Their Race is num'rous, that partake their Substance while they live; Their Heirs survive, to whom they may the vast Remainder give. 16 But I, in Uprightness, thy Face shall view without Controul; And, waking, shall its Image find reflected in my Soul. Scripture: Psalm 17 Languages: English

To my just plea, and sad complaint

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #17 (1789) Lyrics: 1 To my just plea, and sad complaint, Attend, O righteous Lord, And to my pray'r, as 'tis unfeign'd, A gracious ear afford. 2 As in thy sight I am approv'd, So let my sentence be; And with impartial eyes, O Lord, My upright dealing see. 3 For thou hast search'd and prov'd each part, And watch'd me day and night; And thou hast seen my tongue and heart Have aim'd at what was right. 4 Concerning all the works of men, Thou know's my heart, O Lord How true and faithful I have been According to thy word. 5 Hold up my goings in thy path, Nor let my footsteps slide: O Lord, my God, ev'n unto death Be thou my constant guide. Part II. 6 Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove My faith, my patience, and my love; When men of spite against me join, They are the sword, the hand is thine. 7 Their hope and portion lies below; ’Tis all the happiness they know, ’Tis all they seek; they take their shares; And leave the rest among their heirs. 8 What sinners value, I resign; Lord, ’tis enough that thou art mine: I shall behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. 9 This life’s a dream, an empty show; But the bright world, to which I go, Hath joys substantial and sincere; When shall I wake and find me there? 10 O glorious hour! O blest abode! I shall be near and like my God; And flesh and sin no more controul The sacred pleasures of the soul. 11 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound; Then burst the chains in sweet surprise, And in my Saviour’s image rise. Scripture: Psalm 17 Languages: English