Tune: MERTHYR TYDFIL

Words: The Psalter, 1912, alt.

Music: Joseph Parry, 1870

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O Lord, defend me in the fight;
contend with those who fight with me;
take up Your shield, protect my life;
Your spear confront the enemy.
Amid the conflict, O my Lord,
Your precious promise let me hear,
the faithful, reassuring word:
"I am your Savior; do not fear."

Ashamed, confounded let them be
who seek my ruin and disgrace;
O let Your angel fight for me,
and drive my foes before his face.
Without a cause my life they sought,
without a cause their plots they laid;
let them within their snares be caught,
and all my crafty foes dismayed.

My soul is joyful in the Lord,
in His salvation I rejoice;
to Him my heart will praise accord
and bless His name with thankful voice.
For who, O Lord, compares with You,
Defender of the poor and meek?
The needy know your promise true
when mighty foes their ruin seek.

Unrighteous witnesses have stood
and told of crimes beyond belief;
returning evil for my good,
they overwhelm my soul with grief.
When in affliction they were sad,
I wept and made their grief my own;
but in my trouble they are glad
and love to see me overthrown.

O Lord, how long will You delay?
My soul for Your salvation waits;
my thankfulness I will display
amid the crowds around Your gates.
Let not my enemies rejoice,
nor gaze at me with scornful eye;
they speak no peace, but lift their voice
to harm the peaceful with their lies.

My foes with joy my woes survey,
but You, O Lord, have seen it all;
O be no longer far away,
nor silent to my humble call.
O make Your strong deliv’rance known,
O Lord, my righteous cause uphold;
You are my Lord and God alone;
awake, and let Your justice roll.

O Lord my God, examine me;
my righteous Judge, to You I pray;
let not my foes exulting be
and laugh with joy at my dismay.
Let shame and trouble be their plight
who would my righteous cause destroy;
but those who in all good delight,
let them be glad and shout for joy.

The Lord is great, exalted high,
for He delights to prosper me;
and I, from morn till eventide,
will sing Your praise unceasingly.
My soul is joyful in the Lord,
in His salvation I rejoice;
to Him my heart will praise accord
and bless His name with thankful voice.

Words this version © 2020 Grace Immanuel Bible Church
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