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Protect me from my cruel foes

Appears in 3 hymnals Text Sources: Tate and Brady

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Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #XVI (1760) Lyrics: 1 Protect me from my cruel Foes, and shield me, Lord, from Harm; Because my Trust I still repose on thy Almighty Arm. 2 My Soul all Help but thine does slight, all Gods but Thee disown; Yet can no Deeds of mine requite, the Goodness thou hast shown. 3 But those that strictly virtuous are, and love the Thing that's right, To favour always, and prefer, shall be my chief Delight. 4 How shall their Sorrows be increas'd, who other Gods adore! Their bloody Off'rings I detest, their very Names abhor. 5 My Lot is fall'n in that blest Land, where God is truly known; He fills my cup with lib'ral Hand; 'tis He supports my Throne. 6 In Nature's most delightful Scene my happy Portion lies; The Place of my appointed Reign all other Lands outvies. 7 Therefore my Soul shall bless the Lord, whose Precepts give me Light, And private Counsel still afford, in sorrow's dismal Night. 8 I strive each Action to approve to His all-seeing Eye; No Danger shall my Hopes remove, because He still is night. 9 Therefore my Heart all Grief defies, my Glory does rejoice; My Flesh shall rest, in Hopes to rise, wak'd by His pow'rful Voice. 10 Thou, Lord, when I resign my Breath, my Soul from Hell shalt free; Nor let thy Holy One in Death the least Corruption see. 11 Thou shalt the Paths of Life display, that to thy Presence lead; Where Pleasures dwell without Allay, and Joy that never fade. Scripture: Psalm 16 Languages: English

Protect me from my cruel Foes

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #24 (1754) Lyrics: 1 Protect me from my cruel Foes, and shield me, Lord, from Harm; Because my Trust I still repose on thy Almighty Arm. 2 My Soul all Help but thine does slight, all Gods but Thee disown; Yet can no Deeds of mine requite, the Goodness thou hast shown. 3 But those that strictly virtuous are, and love the Thing that's right, To favour always, and prefer, shall be my chief Delight. 4 How shall their Sorrows be increas'd, who other gods adore! Their bloody Off'rings I detest, their very Names abhor. 5 My Lot is fall'n in that blest Land, where God is truly known; He fills my cup with lib'ral Hand; 'tis He supports my Throne. 6 In Nature's most delightful Scene my happy Portion lies; The Place of my appointed Reign all other Lands outvies. 7 Therefore my Soul shall bless the Lord, whose Precepts give me Light, And private Counsel still afford, in sorrow's dismal Night. 8 I strive each Action to approve to His all-seeing Eye; No Danger shall my Hopes remove, because He still is nigh. 9 Therefore my Heart all Grief defies, my Glory does rejoice; My Flesh shall rest, in Hopes to rise, wak'd by His pow'rful voice. 10 Thou, Lord, when I resign my Breath, my Soul from Hell shalt free; Nor let thy Holy One in Death the least Corruption see. 11 Thou shalt the Paths of Life display, that to thy Presence lead; Where Pleasures dwell without Allay, and Joys that never fade. Scripture: Psalm 16 Languages: English