O Lord, my Rock, to thee I cry, In sighs consume my breath

Verse 1

O Lord, my Rock, to Thee I cry, in Sighs consume my Breath. O! answer; or I shall become like those that sleep in Death.

Verse 2

Regard my Supplication, Lord, the Cries that I repeat, With weeping Eyes, and lifted Hands, before thy Mercy-seat.

Verse 3

Let me escape the Sinners Doom, who make a trade of Ill; And ever speak the Person fair, whose Blood they mean to spill.

Verse 4

According to their Crimes Extent, let Justice have its Course: Relentless be to them, as they have sinn'd without Remorse.

Verse 5

Since they the Works of God despise, nor will His Grace adore; His Wrath shall utterly destroy, and build them up no more.

Verse 6

But I, with due Acknowlegement, his Praises will resound, From whom the Cries of my Distress a gracious Answer found.

Verse 7

My Heart its Confidence repos'd in God my Strength and Shield? In Him I trusted, and return'd triumphant from the Field: As He has made my Joys complete, 'tis just that i should raise The chearful Tribute of my Thanks, and thus resound his Praise:

Verse 8

"His aiding Pow'r supports the Troops "that my just Cause maintain: "'Twas He advanc'd me to the Throne, "'tis He secures my Reign."

Verse 9

Preserve thy Chosen, and proceed thine Heritage to bless: With Plenty prosper them, in Peace; in Battle, with Success.