The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook ‎#P69a

P69a. Save me, O God, because the floods

1 Save me, O God, because the floods
do so environ me,
that even unto my very soul
come in the waters be.
2 I downward in deep mire do sink,
where standing there is none:
into deep waters I am come,
where floods have o’er me gone.

3 I weary with my crying am,
my throat is also dried;
mine eyes do fail, while for my God
I waiting do abide.
4 Those men who do without a cause
bear hatred unto me
are more in number than the hairs
upon my head that be:

Strong are they without a cause
me hate and would me slay;
and therefore what I never took
I forced am to repay.

5 Lord, thou my folly know’st, my sins
not covered are from thee.
6 Let none that wait on thee be shamed,
Lord God of hosts, in me.
O thou who God of Israel art,
let none that wait on thee
confounded be at any time,
or made ashamed in me.
7 For I have borne reproach for thee,
my face is hid with shame.
8 To brethren strange, to mother’s sons
an alien I became.

9 Because the zeal did eat me up
which to thine house I bear;
and the reproaches cast at thee
upon me fallen are.
10 My tears and fasting mourned my soul,
and that was made my shame:
11 I put on sackcloth and to them
a byword I became.

12 The men that in the gate do sit
against me evil spake;
they also that vile drunkards were
of me their song did make.
13 But, in a time of favour, Lord,
I make my prayer to thee;
in truth of thy salvation, Lord,
and mercy great, hear me.

14 Deliver me out of the mire,
from sinking do me keep;
free me from those that do me hate,
and from the waters deep.
15 Let not the flood o'er me prevail,
whose water overflows;
nor deep me swallow, nor the pit
her mouth upon me close.

16 Hear me, O Lord, because thy love
and kindness is most good;
turn unto me, according to
thy mercies’ multitude.
17 Nor from thy servant hide thy face:
I’m troubled, soon attend.
18 Draw near my soul, and it redeem;
me from my foes defend.

19 To thee is my reproach well known,
my shame, and my disgrace:
those that mine adversaries be
are all before thy face.
20 My heart is broken by reproach,
I’m full of grief and pain:
for pity and for comforters
I looked, but looked in vain.

21 They also bitter gall did give
unto me for my meat:
they gave me vinegar to drink,
what time my thirst was great.
22 Before them let their table prove
a snare; and do thou make
their welfare and prosperity
a trap themselves to take.

23 Let thou their eyes so darkened be,
that sight may them forsake;
and let their loins be made by thee
continually to shake.
24 Thine anger pour thou out on them,
let thy wrath seize them all;
25 be desolation in their tents,
their homes to ruin fall.

26 Because they persecute the man
whom thou didst smite before;
and mocking tell the grief of those
whom thou hast wounded sore.
27 Do thou add sin unto their sin,
and, for their wickedness,
And do not let them come at all
into thy righteousness.

28 Out of the book of life let them
be razed and blotted quite;
among the righteous and the just
their names do thou not write.
29 But now become exceeding poor
and sorrowful am I:
by thy salvation, O my God,
let me be set on high.

Text Information

• First Line: Save me, O God, because the floods
• Meter: CM
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 2004
• Scripture:
  Psalm 69:1-29

Tune Information

• Name: ST NEOT
• Meter: CM
• Key: g minor
• Source: Green's Collection, 1715