To thee I'll cry, O Lord, my rock

Verse 1

To thee I'll cry, O Lord, my rock; hold not thy peace to me; Lest like those that to pit descend I by thy silence be.

Verse 2

The voice hear of my humble prayers, when unto thee I cry; When to thine holy oracle I lift mine hands on high.

Verse 3

With ill men draw me not away that work iniquity; That speak peace to their friends, while in their hearts doth mischief lie.

Verse 4

Give them according to their deeds and ills endeavorèd: And as their handy-works deserve, to them be renderèd.

Verse 5

God shall not build, but them destroy, who would not understand The Lord's own works, nor did regard the doing of his hand.

Verse 6

For ever blessèd be the Lord, for graciously he heard The voice of my petïtions, and prayèrs did regard.

Verse 7

The Lord's my strength and shield; my heart upon him did rely; And I am helpèd: hence my heart doth joy exceedingly, And with my song I will him praise.

Verse 8

Their strength is God alone: He also is the saving strength of his anointed one.

Verse 9

O thine own people do thou save, bless thine inheritance; Them also do thou feed, and them for evermore advance.