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O Lord, I unto thee do cry
Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 11 hymnals Scripture: Psalm 141:1-4 Used With Tune: MARTYRDOM
O Lord, I unto thee do cry
ST. BERNARD
Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 154 hymnals Tune Sources: Adapted from a melody in Tochter Zion, 1741 Tune Key: E Flat Major Incipit: 51232 14325 36445 Used With Text: O Lord, I unto Thee do cry
ST. BERNARD
Psalm 141: O Lord, I unto thee do cry
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #P172 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 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
Psalm 141: O Lord, I unto thee do cry
O Lord, I unto thee do cry
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P141 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 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)
O Lord, I unto thee do cry
Psalm 141
Hymnal: Foundations Psalter #141 (2023) 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
Psalm 141
Hugh Wilson
1766 - 1824 Composer of "MARTYRDOM" in The Presbyterian Book of Praise Hugh Wilson (b. Fenwick, Ayrshire, Scotland, c. 1766; d. Duntocher, Scotland, 1824) learned the shoemaker trade from his father. He also studied music and mathematics and became proficient enough in various subjects to become a part-time teacher to the villagers. Around 1800, he moved to Pollokshaws to work in the cotton mills and later moved to Duntocher, where he became a draftsman in the local mill. He also made sundials and composed hymn tunes as a hobby. Wilson was a member of the Secession Church, which had separated from the Church of Scotland. He served as a manager and precentor in the church in Duntocher and helped found its first Sunday school. It is thought that he composed and adapted a number of psalm tunes, but only two have survived because he gave instructions shortly before his death that all his music manuscripts were to be destroyed.
Bert Polman
Hugh Wilson
Henry Purcell
1659 - 1695 Person Name: Henry Purcell, 1658-1695 Composer (attributed to) of "WALSALL" in The Book of Praise Henry Purcell (b. Westminster, London, England, 1659; d. Westminster, 1695), was perhaps the greatest English composer who ever lived, though he only lived to the age of thirty-six. Purcell's first piece was published at age eight when he was also a chorister in the Chapel Royal. When his voice changed in 1673, he was appointed assistant to John Hingston, who built chamber organs and maintained the king's instruments. In 1674 Purcell began tuning the Westminster Abbey organ and was paid to copy organ music. Given the position of composer for the violins in 1677, he also became organist at Westminster Abbey in 1679 (at age twenty) and succeeded Hingston as maintainer of the king's instruments (1683). Purcell composed music for the theater (Dido and Aeneas, c. 1689) and for keyboards, provided music for royal coronations and other ceremonies, and wrote a substantial body of church music, including eighteen full anthems and fifty-six verse anthems.
Bert Polman
Henry Purcell
