Psalms 35:1-8

• [Psa 35:1] Be Thou My Helper In The Strife

  Be Thou my Helper in the strife, O Lord, my strong Defender be; Thy mighty shield protect my life, Thy spear confront the enemy. Amid the conflict, O my Lord, Thy precious promise let me hear, The faithful reassuring word: I am Thy Savior, do not fear. Ashamed, confounded let them be Who seek my ruin and disgrace; O let Thine angel fight for me, And drive my foes before his face. Without a cause my life they sought, Without a cause their plots they laid; Themselves within their snares be caught, And be my crafty foes dismayed. My soul is joyful in the Lord, In His salvation I rejoice; To Him my heart will praise accord And bless His Name with thankful voice. For who, O Lord, is like to Thee, Defender of the poor and meek? The needy Thy salvation see When mighty foes their ruin seek. Unrighteous witnesses have stood And told of crimes beyond belief; Returning evil for my good, They overwhelm my soul with grief. When in affliction they were sad, I wept and made their grief my own; But in my trouble they are glad And strive that I may be o’erthrown. O Lord, how long wilt Thou delay? My soul for Thy salvation waits; My thankfulness will I display Amid the crowds that throng Thy gates. Let not my enemies rejoice And wrongfully exult o’er me; They speak not peace, but lift their voice To trouble those that peaceful be. My foes with joy my woes survey, But Thou, O Lord, hast seen it all; O be no longer far away, Nor silent when on Thee I call. O haste to my deliverance now, O Lord, my righteous cause maintain; My Lord and God alone art Thou; Awake, and make Thy justice plain. O Lord, my God, I look to Thee, Be Thou my righteous Judge, I pray; Let not my foes exult o’er me And laugh with joy at my dismay. With shame and trouble those requite Who would my righteous cause destroy; But those who in the good delight, Let them be glad and shout for joy. Yea, let the Lord be magnified, Because Thy servants Thou dost bless; And I, from morn till eventide, Will daily praise Thy righteousness. My soul is joyful in the Lord, In His salvation I rejoice; To Him my heart will praise accord And bless His Name with thankful voice.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 35:3] My Soul Before Thee Prostrate Lies

  My soul before Thee prostrate lies; To Thee, her Source, my spirit flies; My wants I mourn, my chains I see; O let Thy presence set me free. Jesus, vouchsafe my heart and will With Thy meek lowliness to fill; No more her power let nature boast, But in Thy will may mine be lost. Already springing hope I feel, God will destroy the power of hell, And, from a land of wars and pain, Lead me where peace and safety reign. One only care my soul shall know, Father, all Thy commands to do; And feel, what endless years shall prove, That Thou, my Lord, my God, art love.

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  source: Cyberhymnal