A New Version of the Psalms of David ‎#296

296. To thee, O Lord, my Cries ascend

1 To thee, O Lord, my Cries ascend,
O haste to my Relief;
And with accustom'd Pity hear
the Accents of my Grief.
2 Instead of Off'rings, let my Pray'r
like Morning Incense rise;
My lifted Hands supply the Place
of Ev'ning Sacrifice.

3 From hasty Language curb my tongue,
and let a constant Guard
Still keep the Portal of my Lips,
with wary Silence barr'd.
4 From wicked Mens Designs and Deeds
my Heart and Hands restrain;
Nor let me in the Booty share
of their unrighteous Gain.

5 Let upright Men reprove my Faults,
and I shall think them kind;
Like Balm that heals a wounded Head,
I their Reproof shall find;
And in return, my fervent Pray'r
I shall for them address,
When thy are tempted and reduc'd,
like me, to sore Distress.

6 When skulking in Engedi's Rock,
I to their Chiefs appeal,
If one reproachful Word I spoke,
when I had Pow'r to kill.
7 Yet us they persecute to Death,
our scatter'd Ruins lie,
As thick as from the hewer's Axe
the sever'd Splinters fly.

8 But, Lord, to thee I still direct
my supplicating Eyes,
O leave not destitute my Soul,
whose Trust on thee relies.
9 Do thou preserve me from the Snares
that wicked hands have laid;
Let them in their own Nets be caught,
while my Escape is made.

Text Information

• First Line: To thee, O Lord, my Cries ascend
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1754
• Scripture:
  Psalm 141

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