Psalm 70

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


 1  Lord, to my relief draw near,
    for never was more pressing need;
    For my deliv'rance, Lord, appear,
    and add to that deliv'rance speed.

 2  Confusion on their heads return,
    who to destroy my soul combine;
    Let them, defeated, blush and mourn,
    ensnared in their own vile design.

 3  Their doom let desolation be,
    with shame their malice be repaid,
    Who mocked my confidence in thee,
    and sport of my affliction made.

 4  While those, who humbly seek thy face,
    to joyful triumph shall be raised,
    And all, who prize thy saving grace,
    with me shall sing, The Lord be praised!

 5  Thus wretched though I am and poor,
    the mighty Lord of me takes care;
    Thou, God, who only canst restore,
    to my relief with speed repair.

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