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Psalm 141

Hymnal: Foundations Psalter #141 (2023) Hymnal Title: Foundations Psalter First Line: O Lord, I unto thee do cry Lyrics: 1 O Lord, I unto thee do cry, do thou make haste to me, And give an ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee. 2 As incense let my prayèr be directed in thine eyes; And the uplifting of my hands as th' ev'ning sacrifice. 3 Set, Lord, a watch before my mouth, keep of my lips the door. 4 My heart incline thou not unto the ills I should abhor, To practice wicked works with men that work iniquity; And with their delicates my taste let me not satisfy. 5 Let him that righteous is me smite, it shall a kindness be; Let him reprove, I shall it count a precious oil to me: Such smiting shall not break my head; for yet the time shall fall, When I in their calamities to God pray for them shall. 6 When as their judges down shall be in stony places cast, Then shall they hear my words; for they shall sweet be to their taste. 7 About the grave's devouring mouth our bones are scattered round, As wood which men do cut and cleave lies scattered on the ground. 8 But unto thee, O God the Lord, mine eyes uplifted be: My soul do not leave destitute; my trust is set on thee. 9 Lord, keep me safely from the snares which they for me prepare; And from the subtle gins of them that wicked workers are. 10 Let workers of iniquity into their own nets fall, Whilst I do, by thine help, escape the danger of them all. Scripture: Psalm 141 Languages: English

O Lord, I unto thee do cry

Hymnal: Old Choir Selections #d40 (1942) Hymnal Title: Old Choir Selections

Psalm 141: O Lord, I unto thee do cry

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #P172 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases First Line: O Lord, I unto thee do cry Lyrics: 1O Lord, I unto thee do cry, do thou make haste to me, And give an ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee. 2As incense let my prayer be directed in thine eyes; And the uplifting of my hands as th’ ev ‘ning sacrifice. 3Set, Lord, a watch before my mouth, keep of my lips the door. 4My heart incline thou not unto the ills I should abhor, To practise wicked works with men that work iniquity; And with their delicates my taste let me not satisfy. 5Let him that righteous is me smite, it shall a kindness be; Let him reprove, I shall it count a precious oil to me: Such smiting shall not break my head; for yet the time shall fall, When I in their calamities to God pray for them shall. 6When as their judges down shall be in stony places cast, Then shall they hear my words; for they shall sweet be to their taste. 7About the grave’s devouring mouth our bones are scatter’d round, As wood which men do cut and cleave lies scatter’d on the ground. 8But unto thee, O God the Lord, mine eyes uplifted be: My soul do not leave destitute; my trust is set on thee. 9Lord, keep me safely from the snares which they for me prepare; And from the subtile gins of them that wicked workers are. 10Let workers of iniquity into their own nets fall, Whilst I do, by thine help, escape the danger of them all. Scripture: Psalm 141 Languages: English

O Lord, I unto Thee do cry

Hymnal: The Book of Praise #124a (1918) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Book of Praise Scripture: Psalm 141:1-4 Languages: English Tune Title: WALSALL

O Lord, I unto Thee do cry

Hymnal: The Book of Praise #124b (1918) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Book of Praise Scripture: Psalm 141:1-4 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. BERNARD

O Lord, I unto thee do cry

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P141 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook Lyrics: 1 O Lord, I unto thee do cry, do thou make haste to me, and give an ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee. 2 As incense let my prayer be directed in thine eyes; and the uplifting of my hands as the evening sacrifice. 3 Set, Lord, a watch before my mouth, keep of my lips the door. 4 My heart incline thou not unto the ills I should abhor, to practise wicked works with men that work iniquity; and with their dainties let me not and them partaker be. 5 Let him that righteous is me smite, it shall a kindness be; let him reprove, I shall it count a precious oil to me, such oil my head shall not refuse, for yet shall come the day when I, in their calamities to God pray for them shall pray. 6 When down the sides of rugged rocks their judges shall be cast, then shall they hear my words; for they shall sweet be to their taste. 7 About the grave’s devouring mouth our bones are scattered round, as wood which men do cut and cleave lies scattered on the ground. 8 But unto thee, O God the Lord, mine eyes uplifted be: my soul do not leave destitute; my trust is set on thee. 9 Lord, keep me safely from the snares which they for me prepare; and from the subtle gins of them that evil-doers are. 10 Let workers of iniquity into their own nets fall, Whilst I do, by thine help, escape the danger of them all. Scripture: Psalm 141 Languages: English Tune Title: MARTYRDOM (FENWICK)