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My righteous Judge, my gracious God!

Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns, for Christian Use and Worship #P143.1 (1845) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns, for Christian Use and Worship

Mourning under afflictions in mind and body

Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns, for the Use of the German Reformed Church, in the United States of America. (2nd ed.) #P143 (1834) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns, for the Use of the German Reformed Church, in the United States of America. (2nd ed.) First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious God

My righteous Judge, my gracious God

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns #P143 (1872) Hymnal Title: Psalms and Hymns

Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body

Hymnal: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America #295b (1791) Hymnal Title: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America First Line: My righteous Judge, my gracious God Lyrics: 1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God, Hear when I spread my hands abroad, And cry for succour from thy throne – Oh! make thy truth and mercy known. 2 Let judgment not against me pass; Behold thy servant pleads thy grace – Should justice call us to thy bar, No man alive is guiltless there. 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see The mighty woes that burthen me; My wasting life draws near the grave; Make bare thine arm – thy servant save. 4 I dwell in darkness and unseen – My heart is desolate within; My thoughts in musing silence trace The ancient wonders of thy grace. 5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope, To bear my sinking spirits up; I stretch my hands to God again, And thirst like parched lands for rain. 6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn – When will thy smiling face return? Shall all my joys on earth remove, And God forever hide his love? 7 My God, thy long delay to save, Will sink thy pris'ner to the grave; My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye; Make haste to help before I die. 8 The night is witness to my tears, Distressing pains, distracting fears; Oh! might I hear thy morning voice, How would my weary powers rejoice! 9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh, And lift my weary soul on high; For thee sit waiting all the day, And wear the tiresome hours away. 10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show The paths in which my feet should go; If snares and foes beset the road, I flee to hide me near my God. 11 Teach me to do thy holy will, And lead me to thy heav'nly hill: Let the good spirit of thy love Conduct me to thy courts above. 12 Then shall my soul no more complain, The tempter then shall rage in vain; And flesh, and sin, my foes before, Shall never vex my spirit more. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English