To God I lift my heart and voice

Verse 1

To GOD I lift my Heart and Voice, In whom my Trust is placed; Let not my Foes, O LORD, rejoice, Nor let me be disgraced! No Sorrows have surrounded Those, who on thee for Aid depend; But they shall be confounded, Who daring wilfully offend.

Verse 2

Teach me, O LORD! thy Truth impart, And grant me thy Direction; For all Day long, with humble Heart, I wait for thy Protection. Guide me in ev'ry Station, And lead me in the Way that's just, Thou GOD of my Salvation, In thee alone I put my Trust.

Verse 3

Thy Mercies call to Mind once more, With which I have been blessed; And let thy Goodness, as before, Be now to me expressed. LORD! pardon each Transgression, Committed in my heedless Youth; Accept of my Confession, And think of me, thou GOD of Truth.

Verse 4

The righteous GOD, his just Controul, And wond'rous Love displayed, In bringing back the wand'ring Soul, That had from Virtue strayed: In Justice, he will ever Guide those who his Direction seek, And from their sins deliver, The humble-minded and the meek.

Verse 5

In ev'ry Precept GOD imparts, Are Truth and Mercy shining; To such as with religious Hearts, Are to his Will inclining; Tho' I have much transgressed, Yet let me not be put to Shame; Since Mercy, 'tis confessed, O LORD, doth most exalt thy Fame.

Verse 6

Whoe'er to God his Duty pays, And him with Fear respecteth; The LORD in all his righteous Ways, With constant Care directeth: His soul for ever blessed, Shall rest in peace, nor know Disgrace; His Wealth shall be possessed, By his surviving num'rous Race.

Verse 7

To all his Saints The LORD imparts, His secret Will and Pleasure; And plants in their obedient Hearts, His Precepts boundless Treasure. My Cry to him increases, That he may send his timely Aid: And break the Snare in pieces. Which for my heedless Feet is laid.

Verse 8

Turn thou, O LORD, and let my Grief, In Mercy be redressed; Patient I wait for thy Relief, With many Woes oppressed; The Sorrows are encreased, That trouble my tormented Mind; Oh! let me be released, And from this State Deliv'rance find.

Verse 9

From all Affliction let me be, O LORD, by thee defended; And in thy Mercy set me free, Tho' I have much offended. My Foes are daily growing, And for my Ruin still engage; Their Malice ever shewing, In lawless Force, and boundless Rage.

Verse 10

From their fierce Anger set me free, And let their Rage be tamed; Since I have put my Trust in thee, I shall not be ashamed. On thee my Hope is placed, LORD, perfect thou thy Servant's Mind: Let Israel, now disgraced, O GOD, thy sure Deliv'rance find.