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Lord, Hear My Prayer
Author: Unknown Appears in 6 hymnals First Line: Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry Used With Tune: WOODWORTH
Lord, Hear My Prayer
Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry
Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P102d (2004) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry
have speedy access unto thee;
2 in day of my calamity
O hide not thou thy face from me.
Hear when I call to thee; that day
an answer speedily return:
3 my days, like smoke, consume away,
and, as an hearth, my bones do burn.
4 My heart is smitten like the grass
when withered by the scorching heat,
because in grief my days I pass,
and quite forget my bread to eat.
5 By reason of my smart within,
and my most bitter cries and groans,
my flesh consumed is, my skin
all parched doth cleave unto my bones.
6 The pelican of wilderness,
the owl of ruins drear, I match;
7 and, like a bird companionless,
upon the housetop, I keep watch.
8 I all day long am made a scorn,
reproached by my malicious foes:
they mad with rage 'gainst me have sworn,
the men against me that arose.
9 For I have ashes eaten up,
as if to me they had been bread;
and with my drink I in my cup
of bitter tears a mixture made.
10 Because thy wrath was not appeased,
nor thou thine anger didst restrain;
for though thou hadst me high upraised,
thou hast me now cast down again.
11 My days are like a shade alway,
which doth declining swiftly pass;
and I am withered away,
even like unto the fading grass.
12 But thou, O Lord, shalt still endure,
from all changes thou art free,
and to all generations sure
shall thy remembrance ever be.
Scripture: Psalm 102:1-12 Languages: English Tune Title: SAXONY
Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry
Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry Have speed
Hymnal: The Psalter #d101 (1872)
Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry Have speed
Psalm 102: Lord, hear my pray'r, and let my cry
Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #P110 (1800) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Lord, hear my pray'r, and let my cry Lyrics:
1Lord, hear my pray’r, and let my cry
Have speedy access unto thee;
2In day of my calamity
O hide not thou thy face from me.
Hear when I call to thee; that day
An answer speedily return:
3My days, like smoke, consume away,
And, as an hearth, my bones do burn.
4My heart is wounded very sore,
And withered, like grass doth fade:
I am forgetful grown therefore
To take and eat my daily bread.
5By reason of my smart within,
And voice of my most grievous groans,
My flesh consumed is, my skin,
All parch’d, doth cleave unto my bones.
6The pelican of wilderness,
The owl in desert, I do match;
7And, sparrow-like, companionless,
Upon the house’s top, I watch.
8I all day long am made a scorn,
Reproach’d by my malicious foes:
The madmen are against me sworn,
The men against me that arose.
9For I have ashes eaten up,
To me as if they had been bread;
And with my drink I in my cup
Of bitter tears a mixture made.
10Because thy wrath was not appeas’d,
And dreadful indignation:
Therefore it was that thou me rais’d,
And thou again didst cast me down.
11My days are like a shade alway,
Which doth declining swiftly pass;
And I am withered away,
Much like unto the fading grass.
12But thou, O Lord, shalt still endure,
From change and all mutation free,
And to all generations sure
Shall thy remembrance ever be.
13Thou shalt arise, and mercy yet
Thou to mount Sion shalt extend:
Her time for favour which was set,
Behold, is now come to an end.
14Thy saints take pleasure in her stones,
Her very dust to them is dear.
15All heathen lands and kingly thrones
On earth thy glorious name shall fear.
16God in his glory shall appear,
When Sion he builds and repairs.
17He shall regard and lend his ear
Unto the needy’s humble pray’rs:
Th’ afflicted’s pray’r he will not scorn.
18All times this shall be on record:
And generations yet unborn
Shall praise and magnify the Lord.
19He from his holy place look’d down,
The earth he view’d from heav’n on high;
20To hear the pris’ner’s mourning groan,
And free them that are doom’d to die;
21That Sion, and Jerus’lem too,
His name and praise may well record,
22When people and the kingdoms do
Assemble all to praise the Lord.
23My strength he weaken’d in the way,
My days of life he shortened.
24My God, O take me not away
In mid-time of my days, I said:
Thy years throughout all ages last.
25Of old thou hast established
The earth’s foundation firm and fast:
Thy mighty hands the heav’ns have made.
26They perish shall, as garments do,
But thou shalt evermore endure;
As vestures, thou shalt change them so;
And they shall all be changed sure:
27But from all changes thou art free;
Thy endless years do last for aye.
28Thy servants, and their seed who be,
Establish’d shall before thee stay.
Scripture: Psalm 102 Languages: English
Psalm 102: Lord, hear my pray'r, and let my cry
William B. Bradbury
1816 - 1868 Person Name: Wm. Bradbury Composer of "WOODWORTH" in The Gospel in Song William Bachelder Bradbury USA 1816-1868. Born at York, ME, he was raised on his father's farm, with rainy days spent in a shoe-shop, the custom in those days. He loved music and spent spare hours practicing any music he could find. In 1830 the family moved to Boston, where he first saw and heard an organ and piano, and other instruments. He became an organist at 15. He attended Dr. Lowell Mason's singing classes, and later sang in the Bowdoin Street church choir. Dr. Mason became a good friend. He made $100/yr playing the organ, and was still in Dr. Mason's choir. Dr. Mason gave him a chance to teach singing in Machias, ME, which he accepted. He returned to Boston the following year to marry Adra Esther Fessenden in 1838, then relocated to Saint John, New Brunswick. Where his efforts were not much appreciated, so he returned to Boston. He was offered charge of music and organ at the First Baptist Church of Brooklyn. That led to similar work at the Baptist Tabernacle, New York City, where he also started a singing class. That started singing schools in various parts of the city, and eventually resulted in music festivals, held at the Broadway Tabernacle, a prominent city event. He conducted a 1000 children choir there, which resulted in music being taught as regular study in public schools of the city. He began writing music and publishing it. In 1847 he went with his wife to Europe to study with some of the music masters in London and also Germany. He attended Mendelssohn funeral while there. He went to Switzerland before returning to the states, and upon returning, commenced teaching, conducting conventions, composing, and editing music books. In 1851, with his brother, Edward, he began manufacturring Bradbury pianos, which became popular. Also, he had a small office in one of his warehouses in New York and often went there to spend time in private devotions. As a professor, he edited 59 books of sacred and secular music, much of which he wrote. He attended the Presbyterian church in Bloomfield, NJ, for many years later in life. He contracted tuberculosis the last two years of his life.
John Perry
William B. Bradbury
Anonymous
Person Name: Unknown Author of "Lord, Hear My Prayer" in The Gospel in Song In some hymnals, the editors noted that a hymn's author is unknown to them, and so this artificial "person" entry is used to reflect that fact. Obviously, the hymns attributed to "Author Unknown" "Unknown" or "Anonymous" could have been written by many people over a span of many centuries.
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