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.