My Righteous God, Who Oft of Old

Verse 1

My righteous God, who oft of old Hast saved from troubles manifold, Give answer when I call to Thee, Be gracious now and hear my plea.

Chorus

O who will show us any good? Exclaims the troubled multitude; But lift on us, O God of grace, The cheering brightness of Thy face.

Verse 2

How long, O men, will ye defame, How long my glory turn to shame, How long will ye vain follies prize, How long pursue deceit and lies?

Verse 3

But know, the Lord has set apart The man of godly life and heart To be His favored one for aye; Jehovah hears me when I pray.

Verse 4

In reverence wait, from sin depart, In meditation calm your heart; Hold fast the right, be true and just, And in Jehovah put your trust.

Verse 5

More joy from Thee has filled my heart Than great abundance could impart; I lay me down to peaceful sleep, For Thou, O Lord, dost safely keep.