Psalm 28

From Scottish Metrical Psalms 1650

Meter: 8,6,8,6

1    To thee I'll cry, O Lord, my rock;
       hold not thy peace to me;
     Lest like those that to pit descend
       I by thy silence be.
2    The voice hear of my humble pray'rs,
       when unto thee I cry;
     When to thine holy oracle
       I lift mine hands on high.

3    With ill men draw me not away
       that work iniquity;
     That speak peace to their friends, while in
       their hearts doth mischief lie.
4    Give them according to their deeds
       and ills endeavoured:
     And as their handy-works deserve,
       to them be rendered.

5    God shall not build, but them destroy,
       who would not understand
     The Lord's own works, nor did regard
       the doing of his hand.
6    For ever blessed be the Lord,
       for graciously he heard
     The voice of my petitions,
       and prayers did regard.

7    The Lord's my strength and shield; my heart
       upon him did rely;
     And I am helped: hence my heart
       doth joy exceedingly,
     And with my song I will him praise.
8      Their strength is God alone:
     He also is the saving strength
       of his anointed one.

9    O thine own people do thou save,
       bless thine inheritance;
     Them also do thou feed, and them
       for evermore advance.

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