To Thee, O Lord, I cry, Make haste, for me appear

Verse 1

To thee, O Lord, I cry, Make haste, for me appear; And when I call on thee for aid, My voice, in mercy, hear.

Verse 2

Before thee, let my prayer, As morning incense, rise; The lifting up my hands accept, As evening sacrifice.

Verse 3

Let, Lord, thy constant guard, Before my mouth, attend; And keep the door of my vain lips, Lest rashly I offend.

Verse 4

Bow not my heart to ill; Nor let me ever share, With wicked men, in their bad deeds, Nor, on their dainties fare.

Verse 5

Let just men's kind reproof Smite me, it shall not break My head, but heal like balm; my prayer, In their distress, I'll make.

Verse 6

When cast into the rock, Their chiefs lay at my feet, Within my power; they heard my words; But, Oh, how soft! how sweet!

Verse 7

Our bones about the graves, Lie scattered all around; As when one ploweth up the earth, And teareth up the ground.

Verse 8

But, Lord, my God, to thee, Directed are mine eyes; Let not my soul be naked lest; My trust on thee relies.

Verse 9

O keep me from the snares, Which they have laid for me; And from the nets which they have spread, Who work iniquity.

Verse 10

But let the wicked fall, Together, in their net; While I, o'er all, in safety pass. And out of danger get.