Psalms 28:1

• [Psa 28:1] 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 me when in prayer Thy favor I entreat; Hear, while I lift imploring hands Before Thy mercy seat. O draw me not away With those of evil will; With them who speak of peace indeed, But still are plotting ill. Requite them for their wrong, Their evil deeds, O Lord; O give them then their just desert, And to their deeds reward. Thy deeds they disregard, Thy handiwork despise; And therefore Thou wilt cast them down And never let them rise. But blessèd be the Lord Who hearkens when I cry; The Lord, my Strength, my Help, my Shield, On Him will I rely. His help makes glad my heart, And songs of praise I sing; Jehovah is His people’s Strength, The Stronghold of their king. Bless Thine inheritance, Our Savior be, I pray; Supply Thou all Thy people’s need, And be their constant Stay.

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  source: Cyberhymnal