|
|
| |
|
Lord, let me not be put to shame,
because on thee I call;
But let the wicked bear the blame,
and into tile grave fall.
O Lord, make dumb their lips outright,
who given are to lies,
And cruelly with pride and spite
against the just devise.
How plentiful thy mercies be
laid up for thy children,
That fear and put their trust in thee
before the sons of men!
Thy presence shall them fence and guide
from all proud brags and wrongs;
Within thy place thou shalt them hide
from all tile strife of tongues,
Thanks to the Lord, that hath declared
on me his grace so far,
Me to defend with watch and ward,
as in a town of war.
Thus did I say both day and night,
when I was sore oppressed,
Lo! am clean cast out of sight,
yet heard'st thou my request.
Ye saints, love ye the Lord alway,
the faithful he doth guide;
And to the proud he doth repay
according to their pride.
Be of good courage, all ye just,
on God your strength depend;
For those in him that put their trust
he ever will defend.
|
marker 99
|
LYRICS
|
Meter:
|
8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Trans/Adapted:
|
| |
Dates:
|
1562,1812
|
|
Bible Refs:
|
Ps 31:17-24;
|
LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
|
Hymn/Song Book
|
Year
|
Song #
|
| 1812 | # 31 |
echo ' | ';
|
Hymn Writer
