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O LORD! to my relief draw near

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXX (1767) Lyrics: 1 O LORD! to my Relief draw near. For never was more Need; In my Defence do thou appear, O GOD, and come with Speed. On them let Shame return, Who to destroy my Soul combine; O let them blush and mourn, Defeated in their base Design. 2 Their Doom let Desolation be, Their Malice be repaid, Who mock'd my Confidence in thee, And me their Pastime made. While Those who seek thy Face, To joyful Triumphs shall be rais'd, And all who prize thy Grace, Shall sing with me, the LORD be prais'd. 5 Thus wretched tho' I am, and poor, The LORD of me takes Care; Thou GOD, who only can'st restore, To my Relief repair! Topics: Prayers When surrounded by Enemies; Prophecies Prophetical Curses against the Enemies and Persecutors of the Chruch Scripture: Psalm 70 Languages: English Tune Title: [O Lord, to my relief draw near]

O Lord, to my Relief draw near

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #LXX (1760) Lyrics: 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. Scripture: Psalm 70 Languages: English

O Lord, to my Relief draw near

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #136a (1754) Lyrics: 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. 5 Thus wretched tho' I am, and poor, The mighty Lord of me takes care; Thou, God, who only canst restore, To my Relief with Speed repair. Scripture: Psalm 70 Languages: English