English poem
PSALM XLIII. Common Metre. Safety in Divine Protection
by Anonymous
Judge me, O GOD, and plead my cause, Against a sinful race; From vile oppression and deceit Secure me by thy grace.
On thee my stedfast hope depends, And am I left to mourn? To sink in sorrows, and in vain, Implore thy kind return?
Oh send thy light to guide my feet, And bid thy truth appear, Conduct me to thy holy hill, To taste thy mercies there.
Then to thy altar, oh my GOD, My joyful feet shall rise, And my triumphant songs shall praise, The GOD that rules the skies.
Sink not, my soul, beneath thy fear, Nor yield to weak despair; For I shall live to praise the LORD, And bless his guardian care.
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