Psalm 43
Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 Just Judge of heav'n, against my foes
do thou assert my injured right;
O set me free, my God, from those
that in deceit and wrong delight.
2 Since thou art still my only stay,
why leav'st thou me in deep distress?
Why go I mourning all the day
whilst me insulting foes oppress?
3 Let me with light and truth be blest,
be these my guides, and lead the way
Till on thy holy hill I rest,
and in thy sacred temple pray.
4 Then will I there fresh altars raise
to God, who is my only joy;
And well tuned harps, with songs of praise,
shall all my grateful hours employ.
5 Why then cast down, my soul? And why
so much oppressed with anxious care?
On God, thy God, for aid rely,
who will thy ruined state repair.
