Lord Hear The Voice Of My Complaint Acce


Lord, hear the Voice of my Complaint
accept my secret Pray’r;
To Thee alone, my King my God,
will I for help repair.
Thou in the Morn my Voice shalt hear,
and with the dawning Day,
To thee devoutly I’ll look up,
to thee devoutly pray.

For thou, the Wrongs that I sustain,
canst never, Lord, approve;
Who from thy sacred Dwelling-place
all Evil dost remove.
Not long shall stubborn Fools remain
unpunish’d in thy View:
All such as act unrighteous Things,
thy Vengeance shall pursue.

The sland’ring Tongue, O God of Truth,
by thee shall be destroy’d;
Who hat’st alike the Man in Blood,
and in Deceit employ’d.
But when thy boundless Grace shall me
to thy lov’d Courts restore,
On thee I’ll fix my longing Eyes,
and humbly there adore.

Conduct me by thy righteous Laws;
for watchful is my Foe:
Therefore, O Lord, make plain the Way,
wherein I ought to go.
Their Mouth vents nothing but Deceit;
their Heart is set on Wrong;
Their Throat is a devouring Grave;
they flatter with their Tongue.

By their own Counsels let them fall,
oppress’d with Loads of Sin;
For they against thy righteous Laws
have harden’d Rebels been.
But let all those who trust in thee,
with Shouts their Joy proclaim;
Let them rejoice, whom thou preserv’st,
and all that love thy Name.

To righteous Men the righteous Lord,
his Blessing will extend;
And with his Favour all his Saints,
as with a Shield, defend.