Psalm 102

Words: Brady and  Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David


 1  When I pour out my soul in pray'r, 
       do thou, O Lord, attend;
    To thy eternal throne of grace
       let my sad cry ascend.

 2  O hide not thou thy glorious face
       in times of deep distress;
    Incline thine ear, and, when I call,
       my sorrows soon redress.

 3  Each cloudy portion of my life
       like scattered smoke expires;
    My shriveled bones are like a hearth
       parched with continual fires.

 4  My heart, like grass that feels the blast
       of some infectious wind,
    Does languish so with grief, that scarce
    my needful food I mind.

 5  By reason of my sad estate
       I spend my breath in groans;
    My flesh is worn away, my skin
       scarce hides my starting bones.

 6  I'm like a pelican become,
       that does in deserts mourn;
    Or like an owl, that sits all day
       on barren trees forlorn.

 7  In watchings or in restless dreams
       the night by me is spent,
    As by those solitary birds
       that lonesome roofs frequent.

 8  All day by railing foes I'm made
       the subject of their scorn;
    Who all, possessed with furious rage,
       have my destruction sworn.

 9  When grov'ling on the ground I lie,
       oppressed with grief and fears,
    My bread is strewed with ashes o'er,
       my drink is mixed with tears.

10  Because on me with double weight
       thy heavy wrath doth lie;
    For thou, to make my fall more great,
       didst lift me up on high.

11  My days, just hast'ning, to their end,
       are like an evening shade;
    My beauty does, like withered grass,
       with waning luster fade.

12  But thy eternal state, O Lord,
       no length of time shall waste;
    The mem'ry of thy wondrous works
       from age to age shall last.

13  Thou shalt arise, and Sion view
       with an unclouded face;
    For now her time is come, thy own
       appointed day of grace.

14  Her scattered ruins by thy saints
       with pity are surveyed;
    They grieve to see her lofty spires
       in dust and rubbish laid.

    The Name and glory of the Lord
       all heathen kings shall fear;
    When he shall Sion build again,
       and in full state appear.

    When he regards the poor's request, 
       nor slights their earnest pray'r;
    Our sons, for this recorded grace,
       shall his just praise declare.

19  For God, from his abode on high,
       his gracious beams displayed:
    The Lord from heav'n, his lofty throne,
       has all the earth surveyed.

20  He listened to the captives' moans,
       he heard their mournful cry,
    And freed by his resistless pow'r
       the wretches doomed to die.

21  That they in Zion, where he dwells,
       might celebrate his fame,
    And through the holy city sing
       loud praises to his Name.

22  When all the tribes assembling there 
       their solemn vows address,
    And neighb'ring lands, with glad consent, 
       the Lord their God confess.

23  But, ere my race is run, my strength
       through his fierce wrath decays;
    He has, when all my wishes bloomed,
       cut short my hopeful days.

24  Lord, end not thou my life, said I,
       when half is scarcely past:
    Thy years, from worldly changes free,
       to endless ages last.

25  The strong foundations of the earth
       of old by thee were laid;
    Thy hands the beauteous arch of heav'n
       with wondrous skill have made.

    Whilst thou for ever shall endure,
       they soon shall pass away;
    And, like a garment often worn,
       shall tarnish and decay.

    Like that, when thou ordain'st their change, 
       to thy command they bend:
    But thou continu'st still the same,
       nor have thy years an end.

28  Thou to the children of thy saints
       shall lasting quiet give;
    Whose happy race, securely fixed,
       shall in thy presence live.

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