Hymns - O Lord, to Thee I Cry - Текст песни

O Lord, to Thee I cry;
Thou art my Rock and Trust;
O be not silent, lest I die
And slumber in the dust.

O hear me when in prayer
Thy favor I entreat;
Hear, while I lift imploring hands
Before Thy mercy seat.

O draw me not away
With those of evil will;
With them who speak of peace indeed,
But still are plotting ill.

Requite them for their wrong,
Their evil deeds, O Lord;
O give them then their just desert,
And to their deeds reward.

Thy deeds they disregard,
Thy handiwork despise;
And therefore Thou wilt cast them down
And never let them rise.

But bless?d be the Lord
Who hearkens when I cry;
The Lord, my Strength, my Help, my Shield,
On Him will I rely.

His help makes glad my heart,
And songs of praise I sing;
Jehovah is His people's Strength,
The Stronghold of their king.

Bless Thine inheritance,
Our Savior be, I pray;
Supply Thou all Thy people's need,
And be their constant Stay.