A New Version of the Psalms of David ‎#LXX

LXX. O Lord, to my Relief draw near

1 O Lord, to my Relief draw near;
For never was more pressing Need:
For my Deliv'rance, Lord, appear,
And add to that Deliv'rance Speed.
2 Confusion on their Heads return,
Who to destroy my Soul combine:
Let them, defeated, blush and mourn,
Ensnar'd in their own vile Design.

3 Their Doom let Desolation be;
With Shame their Malice be repaid,
Who mock'd my Confidence in Thee,
And Sport of my Affliction made:
4 While those, who humbly seek thy Face,
To joyful Triumphs shall be rais'd;
And all, who prize thy saving Grace,
With me shall sing, The Lord be prais'd.

Thus wretched though I am, and poor,
The mighty Lord of me takes care;
Thou, God, who only canst restore,
To my Relief with Speed repair.

Text Information

• First Line: O Lord, to my Relief draw near
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1760
• Scripture:
  Psalm 70

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