The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook ‎#P102d

P102d. Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry

1 Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry
have speedy access unto thee;
2 in day of my calamity
O hide not thou thy face from me.
Hear when I call to thee; that day
an answer speedily return:
3 my days, like smoke, consume away,
and, as an hearth, my bones do burn.

4 My heart is smitten like the grass
when withered by the scorching heat,
because in grief my days I pass,
and quite forget my bread to eat.
5 By reason of my smart within,
and my most bitter cries and groans,
my flesh consumed is, my skin
all parched doth cleave unto my bones.

6 The pelican of wilderness,
the owl of ruins drear, I match;
7 and, like a bird companionless,
upon the housetop, I keep watch.
8 I all day long am made a scorn,
reproached by my malicious foes:
they mad with rage 'gainst me have sworn,
the men against me that arose.

9 For I have ashes eaten up,
as if to me they had been bread;
and with my drink I in my cup
of bitter tears a mixture made.
10 Because thy wrath was not appeased,
nor thou thine anger didst restrain;
for though thou hadst me high upraised,
thou hast me now cast down again.

11 My days are like a shade alway,
which doth declining swiftly pass;
and I am withered away,
even like unto the fading grass.
12 But thou, O Lord, shalt still endure,
from all changes thou art free,
and to all generations sure
shall thy remembrance ever be.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry
• Meter: LM
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 2004
• Scripture:
  Psalm 102:1-12

Tune Information

• Name: SAXONY
• Meter: LM
• Key: e minor
• Source: Spangenberg's Gesangbuch, 1568