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Lord, hear my prayer

Hymnal: Echoes of Eden #d79 (1884) Hymnal Title: Echoes of Eden Languages: English

Psalm 102: Lord, hear my pray'r, and let my cry

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #P110 (1800) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases First Line: Lord, hear my pray'r, and let my cry Lyrics: 1Lord, hear my pray’r, and let my cry Have speedy access unto thee; 2In day of my calamity O hide not thou thy face from me. Hear when I call to thee; that day An answer speedily return: 3My days, like smoke, consume away, And, as an hearth, my bones do burn. 4My heart is wounded very sore, And withered, like grass doth fade: I am forgetful grown therefore To take and eat my daily bread. 5By reason of my smart within, And voice of my most grievous groans, My flesh consumed is, my skin, All parch’d, doth cleave unto my bones. 6The pelican of wilderness, The owl in desert, I do match; 7And, sparrow-like, companionless, Upon the house’s top, I watch. 8I all day long am made a scorn, Reproach’d by my malicious foes: The madmen are against me sworn, The men against me that arose. 9For I have ashes eaten up, To me as if they had been bread; And with my drink I in my cup Of bitter tears a mixture made. 10Because thy wrath was not appeas’d, And dreadful indignation: Therefore it was that thou me rais’d, And thou again didst cast me down. 11My days are like a shade alway, Which doth declining swiftly pass; And I am withered away, Much like unto the fading grass. 12But thou, O Lord, shalt still endure, From change and all mutation free, And to all generations sure Shall thy remembrance ever be. 13Thou shalt arise, and mercy yet Thou to mount Sion shalt extend: Her time for favour which was set, Behold, is now come to an end. 14Thy saints take pleasure in her stones, Her very dust to them is dear. 15All heathen lands and kingly thrones On earth thy glorious name shall fear. 16God in his glory shall appear, When Sion he builds and repairs. 17He shall regard and lend his ear Unto the needy’s humble pray’rs: Th’ afflicted’s pray’r he will not scorn. 18All times this shall be on record: And generations yet unborn Shall praise and magnify the Lord. 19He from his holy place look’d down, The earth he view’d from heav’n on high; 20To hear the pris’ner’s mourning groan, And free them that are doom’d to die; 21That Sion, and Jerus’lem too, His name and praise may well record, 22When people and the kingdoms do Assemble all to praise the Lord. 23My strength he weaken’d in the way, My days of life he shortened. 24My God, O take me not away In mid-time of my days, I said: Thy years throughout all ages last. 25Of old thou hast established The earth’s foundation firm and fast: Thy mighty hands the heav’ns have made. 26They perish shall, as garments do, But thou shalt evermore endure; As vestures, thou shalt change them so; And they shall all be changed sure: 27But from all changes thou art free; Thy endless years do last for aye. 28Thy servants, and their seed who be, Establish’d shall before thee stay. Scripture: Psalm 102 Languages: English

Lord, Hear My Prayer

Author: Unknown Hymnal: The Gospel in Song #271 (1885) Hymnal Title: The Gospel in Song First Line: Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry Languages: English Tune Title: WOODWORTH

Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook #P102d (2004) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook Lyrics: 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. Scripture: Psalm 102:1-12 Languages: English Tune Title: SAXONY