Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 Lord, hear the voice of my complaint, accept my secret pray'r; 2 To thee alone, my King, my God, will I for help repair.
3 Thou in the morn my voice shall hear, and with the dawning day. To thee devoutly I'll look up, to thee devoutly pray.
4 For thou the wrongs that I sustain can never, Lord, approve; Who from thy sacred dwelling place all evil does remove.
5 Not long shall stubborn fools remain unpunished in thy view; All such as act unrighteous things thy vengeance shall pursue.
6 The sland'ring tongue, O God of truth, by thee shall be destroyed; Who hat'st alike the man in blood and in deceit employed.
7 But when thy boundless grace shall me to thy loved courts restore, On thee I'll fix my longing eyes, and humbly there adore.
8 Conduct me by thy righteous laws, for watchful is my foe; Therefore, O Lord, make plain the way wherein I ought to go.
9 Their mouth vents nothing but deceit, their heart is set on wrong; Their throat is a devouring grave, they flatter with their tongue.
10 By their own counsels let them fall, oppressed with loads of sin; for they against thy righteous laws have hardened rebels been.
11 But let all those who trust in thee with shouts their joy proclaim; Let them rejoice whom thou preserv'st, and all that love thy name.
12 To righteous men the righteous Lord his blessing will extend, And with his favor all his saints, as with a shield, defend.