Psalms of David 28
28
PSALM XXVIII.
C. M.
1Lord, my rock, to thee I cry
O In sighs consume my breath;
O answer, or I shall become
Like those that sleep in death.
2Regard my supplication, Lord,
The cries that I repeat,
With weeping eyes and lifted hands
Before thy mercy seat.
3Let me escape the sinners’ doom,
Who make a trade of ill;
And ever speak the person fair,
Whose blood they mean to spill.
4According to their crimes’ extent
Let justice have its course:
Relentless be to them, as they
Have sinn’d without remorse.
5Since they the works of God despise,
Nor will his grace adore;
His wrath shall utterly destroy,
And build them up no more.
6But I, with due acknowledgment,
His praises will resound,
From whom the cries of my distress
A gracious answer found.
7My heart its confidence repos’d
In God, my strength and shield;
In him I trusted, and return’d
Triumphant from the field.
As he hath made my joys complete,
’Tis just that I should raise
The cheerful tribute of my thanks,
And thus resound his praise:
8His aiding pow’r supports the troops
That my just cause maintain:
’Twas he advanc’d me to the throne,
’Tis he secures my reign.
9Preserve thy chosen, and proceed
Thine heritage to bless;
With plenty prosper them in peace;
In battle with success.
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Psalms of David 28
28
PSALM XXVIII.
C. M.
1Lord, my rock, to thee I cry
O In sighs consume my breath;
O answer, or I shall become
Like those that sleep in death.
2Regard my supplication, Lord,
The cries that I repeat,
With weeping eyes and lifted hands
Before thy mercy seat.
3Let me escape the sinners’ doom,
Who make a trade of ill;
And ever speak the person fair,
Whose blood they mean to spill.
4According to their crimes’ extent
Let justice have its course:
Relentless be to them, as they
Have sinn’d without remorse.
5Since they the works of God despise,
Nor will his grace adore;
His wrath shall utterly destroy,
And build them up no more.
6But I, with due acknowledgment,
His praises will resound,
From whom the cries of my distress
A gracious answer found.
7My heart its confidence repos’d
In God, my strength and shield;
In him I trusted, and return’d
Triumphant from the field.
As he hath made my joys complete,
’Tis just that I should raise
The cheerful tribute of my thanks,
And thus resound his praise:
8His aiding pow’r supports the troops
That my just cause maintain:
’Twas he advanc’d me to the throne,
’Tis he secures my reign.
9Preserve thy chosen, and proceed
Thine heritage to bless;
With plenty prosper them in peace;
In battle with success.
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