Psalm 28 T.S.
Words: Sternhold and Hopkins, The Whole Book of Psalms Collected into English Metre
1 Thou art, O Lord, my strength and stay, the succor which I crave; Neglect me not, lest I be like them that are laid in grave.
2 My voice and supplications hear, when unto thee I cry, When I lift up my hands unto thy holy ark most high.
3 Repute me not among those men in sin that take their fill, That speak right fair unto their friends, but think in heart full ill.
4 According to those wicked deeds which they did most regard, And after their inventions, Lord, let them receive reward.
5 Because they never mind the works of God, he will therefore, Instead of building of them up, destroy them evermore.
6 To render thanks unto the Lord, how great a cause have I, My voice, my pray'r, and my complaint, that heard so willingly!
7 He is my shield and fortitude, my buckler in distress; My heart rejoiceth greatly, and my song shall him confess.
8 He is our strength and our defense, our foes for to resist, The health and the salvation of his own elect by Christ.
9 Thy people and thy heritage, Lord, bless, guide, and preserve; Increase them, Lord, and rule their hearts, that they may never swerve.