Only Version ❧ LM · 8·8·8·8
A Psalm of David.
1 Jehovah, unto thee I cry, my rock, be thou not deaf me fro: lest thou be dumb from me and I be like them down to pit that go. 2 Hear thou the voice of my request for grace, when unto thee I cry: when I lift up mine hands unto thine oracle of sanctity.
3 With ill men draw me not away, with workers of unrighteousness, that with their neighbours’ peace do speak, but in their hands is wickedness. 4 Give thou to them like to their works and like the evil of their deeds: give them like to their handyworks, and render unto them their meeds.
5 Because unto Jehovah’s work they did not wise attention yield, neither unto his handywork, them he will waste, but not up build. 6 The Lord be blest, for he hath heard the voice of my requests for grace. 7 God is my strength, my shield, in him my heart did trust, and help’d I was:
therefore my heart will gladness show, and with my song I’ll him confess. 8 The Lord of his anointed ones their strength, and tow’r of safety is. 9 Salvation to thy people give, and bless thou thine inheritance, and ev’n unto eternity do thou them feed and them advance.
This: After the common tunes.
Only Version ❧ CM/CMD · 8·6·8·6 (D)
Save, Lord, thy people, and do thou bless thine inheritance: and unto all eternity them feed and them advance.