To thee, O Lord, my Rock, I cry, O do not silent let me keep

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To Thee, O Lord, my rock, I cry, Oh! do not silent from me keep; Lest by thy silence, quickly I Become like those in graves that sleep.

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My supplication's voice, Lord, hear, When I my griefs, with weeping, tell; When I lift up my hands, in prayer, Toward thine holy oracle.

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O, let me never have my part, With wicked men, whose works are vile; While mischief rages in their heart, They others, with fair words, beguile.

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Give them according to their deeds, Strictly their bad intents survey; The work, which from their hands proceeds, Retort, and their deserts repay,

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Since they the works of God do slight, And wonders of his hand disdain; Them, with destruction he'll requite, And never build them up again.

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The Lord be blessed; for he did yield A gracious answer, when I craved.

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The Lord's my Strength and guarding shield; In him I trusted, and am saved: Therefore my Heart with joy abounds. And songs of praise I'll to him sing,

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The Lord's his peoples strength; and crowns, With safety, his anointed king.

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Save, Lord, thy church, and them increase, Thine heritage, with favor, bless; With plenty feed them, grant them peace, Still may they triumph with success.

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Save, Lord, thy people, greatly bless Thine own inheritance; Them rule, and feed, and o'er their foes, Them evermore advance.

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O Lord, in mercy, save The people that are thine, Thy heritage let have The blessing that's divine: And all their store In season send, and them defend, Till time's no more.