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Hear, Lord, the Voice of My Complaint

Hymnal: Psalter Hymnal (Red) #120 (1934) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 Hear Lord, the voice of my complaint, Preserve my life from fear, Hide me from plotting enemies And evil, crowding near. The workers of iniquity Their deadly shafts prepare; They aim at me their treacherous words; O save me from their snare. 2 The wicked in their base designs Grow arrogant and bold; Conspiring secretly, they think That God will not behold; They search out more iniquity, Their thoughts and plans are deep, But God will smite, for He is near His saints to guard and keep. 3 The wicked, by their sins o'ercome, Shall soon be brought to shame; The hand of God shall yet appear, And all shall fear His Name. The just shall triumph in the Lord, Their trust shall be secure, And endless glory then shall crown The upright and the pure. Topics: Deliverance From Enemies; Persecution Of Believers; Protection; Punishment Of The Wicked; Rewards of Righteousness Scripture: Psalm 64 Languages: English Tune Title: MONORA

Hear, Lord, the Voice of My Complaint

Author: Anonymous Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2473 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1. Hear, Lord, the voice of my complaint, Preserve my life from fear; Hide me from plotting enemies And evil, crowding near. The workers of iniquity, Their deadly shafts prepare; They aim at me their treacherous words; O save me from their snare. 2. The wicked in their base designs Grow arrogant and bold; Conspiring secretly, they think That God will not behold; They search out more iniquity, Their thoughts and plans are deep, But God will smite, for He is near His saints to guard and keep. 3. The wicked, by their sins o’ercome, Shall soon be brought to shame; The hand of God shall yet appear, And all shall fear His name. The just shall triumph in the Lord, Their trust shall be secure, And endless glory then shall crown The upright and the pure. Languages: English Tune Title: MONORA

Hear, Lord, the Voice of My Complaint

Hymnal: Psalter Hymnal (Blue) #113 (1976) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Topics: Deliverance From Enemies; Persecution Of Believers; Protection, Divine; Punishment Of The Wicked; Rewards Of The Righteous Scripture: Psalm 64 Languages: English Tune Title: MONORA

Hear, Lord, the voice of my complaint

Hymnal: The Psalter Hymnal #115 (1927) Languages: English Tune Title: MONORA

Prayer for Protection

Hymnal: The Psalter #165 (1912) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Hear, Lord, the voice of my complaint Lyrics: 1 Hear Lord, the voice of my complaint, Preserve my life from fear, Hide me from plotting enemies And evil crowding near. The workers of iniquity Their deadly shafts prepare; They aim at me their treach'rous words; O save me from their snare. 2 The wicked in their base designs Grow arrogant and bold; Conspiring secretly they think That God will not behold; They search out more iniquity, Their tho'ts and plans are deep, But God will smite, for He is near His saints to guard and keep. 3 The wicked, by their sins o'ercome, Shall soon be bro't to shame; The hand of God shall yet appear, And all shall fear His Name. The just shall triumph in the Lord, Their trust shall be secure, And endless glory then shall crown The upright and the pure. Topics: Aspirations For Peace and Rest; Character Good and Bad Contrasted; Character Vicious; Christians Conflicts of; Christians Persecuted and Sorrowing; Godly Fear Blessedness of; God Hearer of Prayer; Heart Evil, Hard, and Stubborn; Praise For God's Justice; Prayer Complaint in; Prayer For Deliverance from Enemies; Preservation; Retribution Threatened; Sin Indwelling; Temperance Songs; Temptation; Trust in God Expression of; The Wicked Condemnation of; The Wicked Self-Destroyed; Godly Fear Described Scripture: Psalm 64 Languages: English Tune Title: MONORA

LORD, hear the Voice of my Complaint

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXIV (1767) Lyrics: 1 LORD, hear the Voice of my Complaint, And to my humble Pray'r give Ear; Preserve my Life from cruel Foes, And free my troubled Soul from Fear; Hide me in some secure Retreat; The Plots of all my Foes defeat. 2 See how, intent to work my Harm, They whet their Tongues like sharpen'd Swords, And bend their Bows to shoot their Darts, Destructive Lies, and bitter Words: In secret, void of Fear and Shame, They at the Just direct their Aim. 3 To carry on their ill Designs, In frequent Councils they agree; They speak of laying private Snares, And vainly think that none shall see: With Care their wicked Plots they lay; Their Hearts designing to betray. 4 But GOD, to Anger justly mov'd, His dreadful Bows shall surely bend; And on his flying Arrow's Point Against them swift Destruction send: Their Slander on themselves shall fall, And they be scorn'd and shunn'd by all. 5 The World shall then GOD's Pow'r confess, And frighten'd Nations trembling stand; Convinc'd that 'tis the mighty Work, Of his uprais'd avenging Hand: For they shall see his Pow'r, and own That he is GOD supreme alone. 6 Whilst righteous Men whom he secures, Shall in his Mercy gladly trust; and all the list'nign Earth shall hear, The glorious Triumphs of the Just; The true of heart shall bless his Name, And to the world their Joy proclaim. Topics: Description of Slander and Backbiting; Prayers When percecuted Scripture: Psalm 63 Languages: English Tune Title: [Lord, hear the Voice of my Complaint]

Lord, hear the voice of my complaint

Author: Anon. Hymnal: Chorale Book for England, The #116 (1863) Lyrics: Lord, hear the voice of my complaint, To Thee I now commend me, Let not my heart and hope grow faint, But deign Thy grace to send me; True faith from Thee, my God, I seek, The faith that loves Thee solely, Keeps me lowly, And prompt to aid the weak, And mark each word that Thou dost speak. Yet more from Thee I dare to claim, Whose goodness is unbounded; Oh let me ne'er be put to shame, My hope be ne'er confounded; But e'en in death still find Thee true, And in that hour, else lonely, Trust Thee only, Not aught that I can do, For such false trust I sore should rue. Oh grant that from my very heart My foes be all forgiven, Forgive my sins and heal their smart, And grant new life from heaven; Thy word, that blessed food, bestow, Which best the soul canst nourish; Make it flourish Through all the storms of woe That else my faith might overthrow. Then be the world my foe or friend, Keep me to her a stranger, Thy steadfast soldier to the end, Through pleasure and through danger; From Thee alone comes such high grace, No works of ours obtain it, Or can gain it; Our pride hath here no place, 'Tis Thy free promise we embrace. Help me, for I am weak; I fight, Yet scarce can battle longer; I cling but to Thy grace and might, 'Tis Thou must make me stronger; When sore temptations are my lot, And tempests round me lower, Break their power. So, through deliverance wrought, I know that Thou forsak'st me not! Languages: English

Lord, Hear the Voice of My Complaint

Author: J. Agricola, 1494-1566 ; C. Winkworth, 1827-78 Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #255 (1996) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.4.6.8 Lyrics: 1 Lord, hear the voice of my complaint, To Thee I now commend me, Let not my heart and hope grow faint, But deign Thy grace to send me. True faith from Thee, my God, I seek, The faith that loves Thee solely, Keeps me lowly, And prompt to aid the weak, And mark each word that Thou dost speak. 2 Yet more from Thee I dare to claim, Whose goodness is unbounded; Oh let me ne'er be put to shame, My hope be ne'er confounded; But e'en in death still find Thee true, And in that hour, else lonely, Trust Thee only, Not aught that I can do, For such false trust I sore should rue. 3 Oh grant that from my very heart My foes be all forgiven, Forgive my sins and heal their smart, And grant new life from heaven. Thy Word, that blessed food, bestow, Which best the soul canst nourish; Make it flourish Through all the storms of woe That else my faith might overthrow. 4 Then be the world my foe or friend, Keep me to her a stranger, Thy steadfast soldier to the end, Through pleasure and through danger. From Thee alone comes such high grace, No works of ours obtain it, Or can gain it; Our pride hath here no place, 'Tis Thy free promise we embrace. 5 Help me, for I am weak; I fight, Yet scarce can battle longer. I cling but to Thy grace and might, 'Tis Thou must make me stronger. When sore temptations are my lot, And tempests round me lower, Break their power; So, through deliv'rance wrought, I know that Thou forsak'st me not! Topics: Persistent Faith; Lent 2 Scripture: 1 Kings 18:30-39 Languages: English Tune Title: ICH RUF ZU DIR

Lord, hear the voice of my complaint

Author: J. Agricola Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #275 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7.4.6.8 Lyrics: 1 Lord, hear the voice of my complaint, To Thee I now commend me, Let not my heart and hope grow faint, But deign Thy grace to send me; True faith from Thee, my God, I seek, The faith that loves Thee solely, Keeps me lowly, And prompt to aid the weak, And mark each word that Thou dost speak. 2 Yet more from Thee I dare to claim, Whose goodness is unbounded; O let me ne'er be put to shame, My hope be ne'er confounded; But e'en in death still find Thee true, And in that hour, else lonely, Trust Thee only, Not aught that I can do, For such false trust I sore should rue. 3 O grant that from my very heart My foes be all forgiven, Forgive my sins and heal their smart, And grant new life from heaven; Thy word, that blessed food, bestow, Which best the soul canst nourish; Make it flourish Through all the storms of woe That else my faith might overthrow. 4 Then be the world my foe or friend, Keep me to her a stranger, Thy steadfast soldier to the end, Through pleasure and through danger; From Thee alone comes such high grace, No works of ours obtain it, Or can gain it; Our pride hath here no place, 'Tis Thy free promise we embrace. 5 Help me, for I am weak; I fight, Yet scarce can battle longer. I cling but to Thy grace and might, 'Tis Thou must make me stronger; When sore temptations are my lot, And tempests round me lower, Break their power; So, through deliverance wrought, I know that Thou forsak'st me not! Topics: The Church Year Second Sunday in Lent; The Church Year Second Sunday in Lent Tune Title: [Lord, here the voice of my complaint]

Lord, hear the Voice of my Complaint

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #V (1760) Lyrics: 1 Lord, hear the Voice of my Complaint accept my secret Pray'r; 2 To Thee alone, my King my God, will I for help repair. 3 Thou in the Morn my Voice shalt hear, and with the dawning Day, To thee devoutly I'll look up, to thee devoutly pray. 4 For thou, the Wrongs that I sustain, canst never, Lord, approve; Who from thy sacred Dwelling-place all Evil dost remove. 5 Not long shall stubborn Fools remain unpunish'd in thy View: All such as act unrighteous Things, thy Vengeance shall pursue. 6 The sland'ring Tongue, O God of Truth, by thee shall be destroy'd; Who hat'st alike the Man in Blood, and in Deceit employ'd. 7 But when thy boundless Grace shall me to thy lov'd Courts restore, On thee I'll fix my longing Eyes, and humbly there adore. 8 Conduct me by thy righteous Laws; for watchful is my Foe: Therefore, O Lord, make plain the Way, wherein I ought to go. 9 Their Mouth vents nothing but Deceit; their Heart is set on Wrong; Their Throat is a devouring Grave; they flatter with their Tongue. 10 By their own Counsels let them fall, oppress'd with Loads of Sin; For they against thy righteous Laws have harden'd Rebels been. 11 But let all those who trust in thee, with Shouts their Joy proclaim; Let them rejoice, whom thou preserv'st, and all that love thy Name. 12 To righteous Men the righteous Lord, his Blessing will extend; And with his Favour all his Saints, as with a Shield, defend. Scripture: Psalm 5 Languages: English