Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 Just Judge of heav'n, against my foes do thou assert my injured right; O set me free, my God, from those that in deceit and wrong delight. 2 Since thou art still my only stay, why leav'st thou me in deep distress? Why go I mourning all the day whilst me insulting foes oppress? 3 Let me with light and truth be blest, be these my guides, and lead the way Till on thy holy hill I rest, and in thy sacred temple pray. 4 Then will I there fresh altars raise to God, who is my only joy; And well tuned harps, with songs of praise, shall all my grateful hours employ. 5 Why then cast down, my soul? And why so much oppressed with anxious care? On God, thy God, for aid rely, who will thy ruined state repair.