O Lord, That Art My Righteous Judge

1 O Lord, that art my righteous judge,
to my complaint give ear;
Thou still redeem’st me from distress;
have mercy, Lord, and hear.
2 How long will ye, O sons of men,
to blot my fame devise?
How long your vain designs pursu,
and spread malicious lies?

3 Consider that the righteous man
is God’s peculiar choice;
And when to Him I make my pray'r,
he always hears my voice.
4 Then stand in awe of His commands,
flee ev'ry thing that’s ill,
Commune in private with your hearts,
and bind them to His will.

5 The place of other sacrifice
let righteousness supply;
And let your hope, securely fix'd,
on God alone rely.
6 While worldly minds impatient grow
more prosp'rous times to see;
Still let the glories of thy face
shine brightly, Lord, on me.

7 So shall my heart o’erflow with joy,
more lasting and more true
Than theirs, who stores of corn and wine
successively renew.
8 Then down in peace I’ll lay my head,
and take my needful rest:
No other guard, O Lord, I crave,
of thy defense possess'd.

Source: The Whole Book of Psalms: in metre; with hymns suited to the feasts and fasts of the church, and other occasions of public worship #IV

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #8354