Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 O Lord, that art my righteous Judge, to my complaint give ear: Thou still redeem'st me from distress; have mercy, Lord, and hear. 2 How long will ye, O sons of men, to blot my fame devise? How long your vain designs pursue, and spread malicious lies? 3 Consider, that the righteous man is God's peculiar choice; And when to him I make my pray'r, he always hears my voice. 4 Then stand in awe of his commands, flee ev'ry thing that's ill; Commune in private with your hearts, and bend them to his will. 5 The place of other sacrifice let righteousness supply; And let your hope, securely fixed, on God alone rely. 6 While worldly minds impatient grow more prosp'rous times to see, Still let the glories of thy face shine brightly, Lord, on me. 7 So shall my heart o'erflow with joy, more lasting and more true, Than theirs who stores of corn and wine successively renew. 8 Then down in peace I'll lay my head, and take my needful rest; No other guard, O Lord, I crave, of thy defense possessed.