To Thee, O Lord, my Rock, I…

To Thee, O Lord, my Rock, I cry, Oh! do not silent from me keep; Lest by thy Silence, quickly I Become like those in Graves that sleep. My Supplication's Voice, Lord, hear, When I my Griefs, with Weeping, tell; When I lift up my Hands, in Pray'r, Toward thine holy Oracle. O, let me never have my Part, With wicked Men, whose Works are vile; While Mischief rages in their Heart, They others, with fair Words, beguile. Give them according to their Deeds, Strictly their bad Intents survey; The Work, which from their Hands proceeds, Retort, and their Deserts repay. Since they the Works of God do flight, And Wonders of his Hand disdain; Them, with Destruction he'll requite, And never build them up again. The Lord be bless'd; for he did yield A gracious Answer, when I crav'd. The Lord's my Strength, & guarding Shield; In him I trusted, and am sav'd: Therefore my Heart with Joy abounds, And Songs of Praise I'll to him sing. The Lord's his Peoples Strength; & crowns, With Safety, his anointed King. Save, Lord, thy Church, and them encrease, Thine Heritage, with Favour, bless; With Plenty feed them, grant them Peace, Still may they triumph with Success.