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.