Save me O God from floods that rollAdapter: Francis Hopkinson
Tune: MON DIEU, PRÊTE-MOI L'OREILLE
Published in 1 hymnal
Audio files: MIDI
1 Save me, O GOD, from Floods that roll,
And press to overwhelm my Soul;
In the deep Mire I tread,
And Waves o'erflow my Head.
With constant Cries my Spirits faint,
My Voice is hoarse with long Complaint;
My Sight with Pain decays,
Whilst GOD his Help delays.
2 My Hairs, tho' num'rous, are but few,
Compar'd with Foes that me pursue
And strive with lawless Might,
To execute their Spite,
Thy force me, guiltless, to resign,
As Rapine, what by Right was mine.
But thou my Wrongs dost see,
My Sins are known to thee.
3 LORD, GOD of Hosts, take timely Care,
Lest for my sake thy Saints despair;
Since I have for thy Name.
Endur'd Reproach and Shame.
A Stranger to my Country grown,
And to my Kindred quite unknown;
Those of my Mother born,
Are treating me with Scorn.
4 For Zeal to thy lov'd House and Name,
Consumes me, like devouring Flame;
Vex'd at their Slights of thee,
More than their Scorn of me.
My very Tears and Abstinence.
They construe in spiteful Sense;
When Mourning for their Sake,
Their Mocks at me they make.
5 Their Judges make my Wrongs their Jest,
Those Wrongs they ought to have redress'd;
Drunkards my Sorrows see,
And make their Songs on me.
But, LORD! to thee I will repair
For Help, with humble timely Pray'r,
O from thy boundless Store:
Display thy Truth and Pow'r.
6 From threat'ning Dangers me relieve,
And from the Mire my Feet retrieve,
My Soul in Safety keep,
And snatch me from the Deep;
Controul the Deluge e'er it spread,
And roll it's Waves around my Head;
And from th'expecting Grave,
My Soul in Mercy save.
7 LORD, hear the humble Pray'r I make,
For thy transcending Goodness Sake;
And from thy Mercy's Store,
Relieve my Soul once more
Nor from thy Servant hide thy Face,
Make Haste, for desp'rate is my Case;
Thy Succour interpose,
And shield me from my Foes.
8 Thou know'st what Infamy and Scorn
I from my Enemies have borne;
Nor can their secret Spite,
Or Plots escape thy Sight.
Reproach and Grief have broke my Heart:
I look'd for some to take my Part,
But look'd, alas! in vain,
None would relieve my Pain.
9 With Hunger faint, for Food I call;
Instead of Food, they give me Gall,
And Vinegar to drink,
Whene'er my Spirits sink,
The Tables therefore they prepare,
Shall prove to them a fatal Snare;
Darkness shall seize their Eyes,
And sudden Fears surprize.
10 On them thou shalt thy Fury pour,
'Till thy fierce Wrath their Race devour,
And make their House a Cell,
Where none will dare to dwell;
For new Afflictions they procur'd
For him who had thy Stripes endur'd;
And with a sharper Scorn,
Thy tender Hearts have torn.
11 Sin shall to Sin their Steps betray,
'Till they to Truth have lost the Way;
Their Souls shall Ruin see,
Nor with the Righteous be.
But me, how'er distrest and poor,
Thy strong Salvation shall restore;
Thy Pow'r I will proclaim,
And celebrate thy Name.
12 Our GOD shall this more highly prize,
Than Herds or Flocks in Sacrifice;
And Saints shall hope to see,
The like Redress with me.
For GOD regards the Poor's Complaint,
Sets Pris'ners free from close Restraint;
And Heav'n and Earth shall raise,
Their voice to sound his Praise.
13 For GOD will Sion's Walls erect,
Fair Judah's Cities he'll protect,
'Till all her Sons repair
And gain Possession there.
This Blessing they shall at their Death,
To their religious Heirs bequeath;
And GOD shall sure restore,
Those who his Name adore.
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 #69
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