O Lord, That Art My Righteous Judge

Verse 1

O Lord, that art my righteous judge, to my complaint give ear; Thou still redeem’st me from distress; have mercy, Lord, and hear.

Verse 2

How long will ye, O sons of men, to blot my fame devise? How long your vain designs pursu, and spread malicious lies?

Verse 3

Consider that the righteous man is God’s peculiar choice; And when to Him I make my pray'r, he always hears my voice.

Verse 4

Then stand in awe of His commands, flee ev'ry thing that’s ill, Commune in private with your hearts, and bind them to His will.

Verse 5

The place of other sacrifice let righteousness supply; And let your hope, securely fix'd, on God alone rely.

Verse 6

While worldly minds impatient grow more prosp'rous times to see; Still let the glories of thy face shine brightly, Lord, on me.

Verse 7

So shall my heart o’erflow with joy, more lasting and more true Than theirs, who stores of corn and wine successively renew.

Verse 8

Then down in peace I’ll lay my head, and take my needful rest: No other guard, O Lord, I crave, of thy defense possess'd.