1. To Thee, O Lord, my. Rock, I cry,
Oh! do not silent from me keep;
Lest by thy Silence, quickly I
Become like those in Graves that sleep.
2. My Supplication's Voice, Lord, hear,
When I my Griefs, with Weeping, tell;
When I lift up my Hands, in Pray'r,
Toward thine holy Oracle.

3. O, let me never have my Part,
With wicked Men, whose Works are vile;
While Mischief rages in their Heart,
They others, with fair Words, beguile.
4. Give them according to their Deeds,
Strictly their bad Intents survey;
The Work, which from their Hands proceeds,
Retort, and their Deserts repay,

5. Since they the Works of God do slight,
And Wonders of his Hand disdain;
Them, with Destruction he'll requite,
And never build them up again.
6. The Lord be bless'd; for he did yield
A gracious Answer, when I crav'd.
7. The Lord's my Strength & guarding Shield;
In him I trusted, and am sav'd:

Therefore my Heart with Joy abounds.
And Songs of Praise I'll to him sing,
8. The Lord's his Peoples Strength; & crowns,
With Safety, his anointed King.
9. Save, Lord, thy Church, and them encrease,
Thine Heritage, with Favour, bless;
With Plenty feed them, grant them Peace,
Still may they triumph with Success.

Common Meetre

9. Save, Lord, thy People, greatly bless
Thine own Inheritance;
Them rule, and feed, and o'er their Foes,
Them evermore advance.

As 148th Meetre

9. O Lord, in Mercy, save
The People that are thine,
Thy Heritage let have
The Blessing that's divine:
And all their Store
In Season send, and them defend,
Till Time's no more.