Only Version ❧ CM/CMD · 8·6·8·6 (D)
1 Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against th’ ungodly nation; From the unjust and crafty man, O be thou my salvation.
2 For thou the God art of my strength; why thrusts thou me thee fro’? For th’ enemy’s oppression why do I mourning go?
3 O send thy light forth and thy truth; let them be guides to me, And bring me to thine holy hill, ev’n where thy dwellings be.
4 Then will I to God’s altar go, to God my chiefest joy: Yea, God, my God, thy name to praise my harp I will employ.
5 Why art thou then cast down, my soul? what should discourage thee? And why with vexing thoughts art thou disquieted in me?
Still trust in God; for him to praise good cause I yet shall have: He of my count’nance is the health, my God that doth me save.