Lord Hear My Prayer Hark The Plaint

Lord, hear my pray’r and my complaint
which I do make to thee:
And in thy native truth, and in
thy justice answer me.

In judgment with thy servant, Lord,
O enter not at all:
For justify’d be in thy sight
not one that liveth shall.

The enemy pursu’d my soul,
my life to ground hath thrown,
And laid me in the dark like them,
that are to grave gone down.

Therefore my spirit in me is
in great perplexity,
My heart within me is also
afflicted grievously.

Yet I record time past, and on
thy works I meditate,
Yea, I do muse upon the works,
that thy hands have create.

To thee, O Lord my God, do I
stretch forth my craving hands;
My soul desireth after thee
as do the thirsty lands.

Hear me with speed, my spirit fails,
hide not thy face, lest I
Be like to them, that in the pit
sink down, and there do lie.

Let me thy loving-kindness in
the morning hear and know:
For in thee is my trust, shew me
the way that I should go.

For unto thee I lift my soul,
O Lord, deliver me
From all mine enemies, for I
have hid myself with thee.

Teach me to do thy will, for thou,
thou art my God alway,
Let thy good Spirit to the land
of mercy me convey.

For thy Name’s sake with quick’ning grace
alive do thou me make,
And out of trouble bring my soul,
e’en for thy justice sake;

And of thy mercy slay my foes,
let them destroyed be
That do oppress my soul, for I
a servant am to thee.