Psalm 70
Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 Lord, to my relief draw near,
for never was more pressing need;
For my deliv'rance, Lord, appear,
and add to that deliv'rance speed.
2 Confusion on their heads return,
who to destroy my soul combine;
Let them, defeated, blush and mourn,
ensnared in their own vile design.
3 Their doom let desolation be,
with shame their malice be repaid,
Who mocked my confidence in thee,
and sport of my affliction made.
4 While those, who humbly seek thy face,
to joyful triumph shall be raised,
And all, who prize thy saving grace,
with me shall sing, The Lord be praised!
5 Thus wretched though I am and poor,
the mighty Lord of me takes care;
Thou, God, who only canst restore,
to my relief with speed repair.
