O Lord, to Thee I Cry

O Lord

to Thee I cry;

Thou art my rock and trust;

O be not si­lent

lest I die

And slum­ber in the dust.

O hear my ear­nest cry

Thy fa­vor I en­treat;

Hear

while I lift im­plor­ing hands

Before Thy mer­cy seat.

O draw me not away

With men who live in sin

Who to their neigh­bors speak of peace

While mal­ice lurks with­in.

Repay them for their deeds

And vile at­tempts

O Lord

And for the do­ings of their hands

Return a just re­ward.

Because they dis­re­gard

The works the Lord hath done

By Him they shall not be up­built

But ut­ter­ly o’er­thrown.

Now bless­èd be the Lord

He heard me when I cried;

Jehovah is my strength and shield

On Him my heart re­lied.

I help from Him ob­tained

And there­fore give Him praise;

And while my heart ex­ults with joy

My song to Him I raise.

God is His people’s strength

And His Mes­si­ah’s pow­er;

Save

bless

and feed Thy her­it­age

Exalt them ev­er­more.