136a. O Lord, to my Relief draw near

1 O Lord, to my Relief draw near;
For never was more pressing Need:
For my Deliv'rance, Lord, appear,
And add to that Deliv'rance Speed.
2 Confusion on their Heads return,
Who to destroy my Soul combine:
Let them, defeated, blush and mourn,
Ensnar'd in their own vile Design.

3 Their Doom let Desolation be;
With Shame their Malice be repaid,
Who mock'd my Confidence in Thee,
And Sport of my Affliction made:
4 While Those who humbly seek thy Face,
To joyful Triumphs shall be rais'd;
And all who prize thy saving Grace,
with me shall sing, The Lord be prais'd.

5 Thus wretched tho' I am, and poor,
The mighty Lord of me takes care;
Thou, God, who only canst restore,
To my Relief with Speed repair.

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First Line: O Lord, to my Relief draw near
Language: English
Publication Date: 1754
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