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To thee, O Lord, my cries ascend

Author: Nahum Tate, 1652-1715 Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Psalms for the Use of Singing School and Musical Societies #d166 (1807) Hymnal Title: A Collection of Hymns and Psalms for the Use of Singing School and Musical Societies Languages: English

To thee, O LORD, my cries ascend

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Public Worship #P.XXI (1805) Hymnal Title: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Public Worship Scripture: Psalm 141 Languages: English

To thee, O LORD, my cries ascend

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #P.CXLI (1799) Hymnal Title: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship Languages: English

To thee, O Lord, my cries ascend

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship #P.XXI (1789) Hymnal Title: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, my cries ascend, O haste to my relief; And with accustom'd pity hear The sccents of my grief. 2 Instead of off'rings, let my pray'r Like morning incense rise; My lifted hands supply the place Of ev'ning sacrifice. 3 From hasty language curb my tongue, And let a constant guard Still keep the portal of my lips, With wary silence barr'd. 4 From wicked men's designs and deeds My heart and hands restrain; Nor let me in the booty share Of their unrighteous gain. 5 Let upright men reprove my faults, And I shall think them kind; Like balm that heals a wounded head, I their reproof shall find. 6 And in return, my fervent pray'r I shall for them address, When thy are tempted and reduc'd, Like me, to sore distress. Topics: Psalms of Prayer, suited to various Circumstances of Life Scripture: Psalm 141 Languages: English

To thee, O LORD, my cries ascend

Hymnal: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship (2nd ed.) #P.CXLI (1813) Hymnal Title: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Publick Worship (2nd ed.) Languages: English

To Thee, O Lord, my Cries ascend

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #CXLI (1760) Hymnal Title: A New Version of the Psalms of David Lyrics: 1 To Thee, O Lord, my Cries ascend, O haste to my Relief; And with accustom'd Pity hear the Accents of my Grief. 2 Instead of Off'rings, let my Pray'r like Morning Incense rise; My lifted Hands supply the Place of Ev'ning Sacrifice. 3 From hasty Language curb my Tongue, and let a constant Guard Still keep the Portal of my Lips, with wary Silence barr'd. 4 From wicked Mens Designs and Deeds my Heart and Hands restrain; Nor let me in the Booty share of their unrighteous Gain. 5 Let upright Men reprove my Faults, and I shall think them kind; Like Balm that heals a wounded Head, I their Reproof shall find; And in return, my fervent Pray'r I shall for them address, When thy are tempted and reduc'd, like me, to sore Distress. 6 When skulking in Engedi's Rock, I to their Chiefs appeal, If one reproachful Word I spoke, when I had Pow'r to kill. 7 Yet us they persecute to Death, our scatter'd Ruins lie, As thick as from the Hewer's Axe the sever'd Splinters fly. 8 But, Lord, to Thee I still direct my supplicating Eyes, O leave not destitute my Soul, whose Trust on Thee relies. 9 Do Thou preserve me from the Snares that wicked Hands have laid; Let them in their own Nets be caught, while my Escape is made. Scripture: Psalm 141 Languages: English

To thee, O Lord, my Cries ascend

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #296 (1754) Hymnal Title: A New Version of the Psalms of David Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, my Cries ascend, O haste to my Relief; And with accustom'd Pity hear the Accents of my Grief. 2 Instead of Off'rings, let my Pray'r like Morning Incense rise; My lifted Hands supply the Place of Ev'ning Sacrifice. 3 From hasty Language curb my tongue, and let a constant Guard Still keep the Portal of my Lips, with wary Silence barr'd. 4 From wicked Mens Designs and Deeds my Heart and Hands restrain; Nor let me in the Booty share of their unrighteous Gain. 5 Let upright Men reprove my Faults, and I shall think them kind; Like Balm that heals a wounded Head, I their Reproof shall find; And in return, my fervent Pray'r I shall for them address, When thy are tempted and reduc'd, like me, to sore Distress. 6 When skulking in Engedi's Rock, I to their Chiefs appeal, If one reproachful Word I spoke, when I had Pow'r to kill. 7 Yet us they persecute to Death, our scatter'd Ruins lie, As thick as from the hewer's Axe the sever'd Splinters fly. 8 But, Lord, to thee I still direct my supplicating Eyes, O leave not destitute my Soul, whose Trust on thee relies. 9 Do thou preserve me from the Snares that wicked hands have laid; Let them in their own Nets be caught, while my Escape is made. Scripture: Psalm 141 Languages: English