Psalms of David 4
4
PSALM IV.
C. M.
1Lord, O that art my righteous Judge,
To my complaint give ear:
Thou still redeem’st me from distress;
Have mercy, Lord, and hear.
2How long will ye, O sons of men,
To blot my fame devise?
How long your vain designs pursue,
And spread malicious lies?
3Consider that the righteous man
Is God’s peculiar choice;
And when to him I make my pray’r,
He always hears my voice.
4Then stand in awe of his commands,
Flee ev’ry thing that’s ill;
Commune in private with your hearts,
And bend them to his will.
5The place of other sacrifice
Let righteousness supply;
And let your hope, securely fix’d,
On God alone rely.
6While worldly minds impatient grow
More prosp’rous times to see,
Still let the glories of thy face
Shine brightly, Lord, on me.
7So shall my heart o’erflow with joy,
More lasting and more true,
Than theirs, who stores of corn and wine
Successively renew.
8Then down in peace I’ll lay my head,
And take my needful rest;
No other guard, O Lord, I crave,
Of thy defence possest.
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Psalms of David 4: MP1696
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First published 1696, improved 1698.