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Psalm 143: Lord, hear my pray'r, attend my suits

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #P174 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Lord, hear my pray'r, attend my suits Lyrics: 1Lord, hear my pray’r, attend my suits; and in thy faithfulness Give thou an answer unto me, and in thy righteousness. 2Thy servant also bring thou not in judgment to be try’d: Because no living man can be in thy sight justify’d. 3For th’ en’my hath pursu’d my soul, my life to ground down tread: In darkness he hath made me dwell, as who have long been dead. 4My sp’rit is therefore overwhelm’d in me perplexedly; Within me is my very heart amazed wondrously. 5I call to mind the days of old, to meditate I use On all thy works; upon the deeds I of thy hands do muse. 6My hands to thee I stretch; my soul thirsts, as dry land, for thee. 7Haste, Lord, to hear, my spirit fails: hide not thy face from me; Lest like to them I do become that go down to the dust. 8At morn let me thy kindness hear; for in thee do I trust. Teach me the way that I should walk: I lift my soul to thee. 9Lord, free me from my foes; I flee to thee to cover me. 10Because thou art my God, to do thy will do me instruct: Thy Sp’rit is good, me to the land of uprightness conduct. 11Revive and quicken me, O Lord, ev’n for thine own name’s sake; And do thou, for thy righteousness, my soul from trouble take. 12And of thy mercy slay my foes; let all destroyed be That do afflict my soul: for I a servant am to thee. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English
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Psalm 143 - I

Hymnal: Foundations Psalter #143-I (2023) First Line: Lord, hear my pray'r, attend my suits Lyrics: 1 Lord, hear my prayer, attend my suits; and in thy faithfulness Give thou an answer unto me, and in thy righteousness. 2 Thy servant also bring thou not in judgment to be tried: Because no living man can be in thy sight justified. 3 For th' en'my hath pursued my soul, my life to ground down tread: In darkness he hath made me dwell, as who have long been dead. 4 My sp'rit is therefore overwhelmed in me perplexedly; Within me is my very heart amazèd wondrously. 5 I call to mind the days of old, to meditate I use On all thy works; upon the deeds I of thy hands do muse. 6 My hands to thee I stretch; my soul thirsts, as dry land, for thee. 7 Haste, Lord, to hear, my spirit fails: hide not thy face from me; Lest like to them I do become that go down to the dust. 8 At morn let me thy kindness hear; for in thee do I trust. Teach me the way that I should walk: I lift my soul to thee. 9 Lord, free me from my foes; I flee to thee to cover me. 10 Because thou art my God, to do thy will do me instruct: Thy Sp'rit is good, me to the land of uprightness conduct. 11 Revive and quicken me, O Lord, ev'n for thine own name's sake; And do thou, for thy righteousness, my soul from trouble take. 12 And of thy mercy slay my foes; let all destroyèd be That do afflict my soul: for I a servant am to thee. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English
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Lord, hear my prayer, regard my cries

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P143a (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Lord, hear my prayer, regard my cries; and in thy faithfulness give thou an answer unto me, and in thy righteousness. 2 Thy servant also bring thou not in judgment to be tried: because no living man can be in thy sight justified. 3 Because the foe pursues my soul, my life to earth doth tread; in darkness he hath made me dwell, as those that are long dead. 4 My spirit, then, is overwhelmed with sore perplexity; within me is my very heart amazed wondrously. 5 I call to mind the days of old, I think upon thy deeds; on all the work I meditate which from thy hand proceeds. 6 My hands to thee I stretch; my soul thirsts as dry land for thee. 7 Haste, Lord, to hear, my spirit fails: hide not thy face from me; Lest like to them I do become that go down to the dust. 8 At morn let me thy kindness hear; for in thee do I trust. Teach me the way that I should walk: I lift my soul to thee. 9 Lord, free me from my foes; I flee to thee to cover me. 10 Because thou art my God, to do thy will do me instruct: good is thy Spirit, in a land that plain is me conduct. 11 Revive and quicken me, O Lord, even for thine own name’s sake; and do thou, in thy righteousness, my soul from trouble take. 12 And of thy mercy slay my foes; let all destroyed be that do afflict my soul: for I a servant am to thee. Scripture: Psalm 143 Languages: English Tune Title: EVAN

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