To thee, Jehovah, will I cry

1 To thee, Jehovah, will I cry,
my rock; O, be not silent now!
Lest, if thou hold thy peace, I be
like those who in the pit lie low.
2 O, hear my supplication's voice,
when unto thee for help I cry,
when to thy holy oracle
I lift my pleading hands on high.

3 O, with the wicked draw me not
away, nor with the men of sin;
who to their neighbours speak of peace,
but evil is their heart within.
4 Give them according to their deed,
their evil doings all reward;
give them according to their works,
return them their desert, O Lord.

5 Since they Jehovah's mighty acts,
and doings of his hands disdain,
he will destroy them in his wrath,
and never build them up again.
6 blest be Jehovah! He hath heard
my supplication's voice in heaven;
Jehovah is m strength and shield;
I trusted him, he help hath given.

7 And therefore shall my heart exult,
my song shall of his praises be.
He is their strength; the saving strength
of his anointed one is he.
8 O, save the nation of thy love,
O, bless thy chosen heritage;
feed them and lead them as a flock,
lift thou them up from age to age.

Source: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P28b