Psalm 28: To thee I'll cry, O Lord, my rock
A Psalm of David.
Meter: C.M. (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.