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.