Lord, hear the voice of my complaint, Accept my secret prayer

Verse 1

Lord, hear the voice of my complaint accept my secret pray'r;

Verse 2

To thee alone, my King my God, will I for help repair.

Verse 3

Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear, and with the dawning day, To thee devoutly I'll look up, to thee devoutly pray.

Verse 4

For thou, the wongs that I sustain, canst never, Lord, approve, Who from thy sacred dwelling-place all evil dost remove.

Verse 5

Not long shall stubborn fools remain unpunish'd in thy view: All such as act unrighteous things, thy vengeance shall pursue.

Verse 6

The sland'ring tongue, O God of truth, by thee shall be destroy'd, Who hat'st alike the man in blood, and in deceit employ'd.

Verse 7

But when thy boundless grace shall me to thy lov'd courts restore, On thee I'll fix my longing eyes, and humbly there adore.

Verse 8

Conduct me by thy righteous laws, for watchful is my foe; Therefore, O Lord, make plain the way wherein I ought to go.

Verse 9

Their mouth vents nothing but deceit; their heart is set on wrong; Their throat is a devouring grave; they flatter with their tongue.

Verse 10

By their own counsels let them fall, oppress'd with loads of sin; For they against thy righteous laws have harden'd rebels been.

Verse 11

But let all those who trust in thee, with shouts their joy proclaim; Let them rejoice whom thou preserv'st, and all that love thy name.

Verse 12

To righteous men, the righteous Lord, his blessing will extend; And with his favour all his saints, as with a shield, defend.