English poem
PSALM LIV. Common Metre
by Anonymous
Behold us, Lord, and let our cry Before thy throne ascend, Cast thou on us a pitying eye, And still our lives defend.
For slaughtering foes insult us round, Oppressive, proud and vain, They cast thy temples to the ground, And all our rites prophane.
Yet thy forgiving grace we trust, And in thy power rejoice; Thine arm shall crush our foes to dust, Thy praise inspire our voice.
Be thou with those whose friendly hand Upheld us in distress, Extend thy truth through every land, And still thy people bless.
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- Psalm LIII. Long Metre. Compared with Rom. iii, 10, 11. The degeneracy of the world removed by the Gospel
- Psalm LIX. Short Metre. For Deliverance from the Savages
- Psalm LVIII. Six Line-Long Metre The destruction of Tyrants and Oppressors
- PSALM LX. Common Metre. Looking to God in the distress of war
- Psalm LXI. Long Metre. Safety in God