Psalm 4

Words: The Psalter of the United Presbyterian Church of North America, 1887 ed.

Note: This page also has a Long Metre version of this psalm,

Common Metre Tunes

  1  O hear me when on thee I call,
        God of my righteousness;
     Have mercy, hear my prayer; thou hast
        Enlarged me in distress.

  2  Ye sons of men, how long will ye
        My glory turn to shame!
     How long shall vanity and lies
        Your willing service claim!

  3  But know that for himself the Lord
        The godly man doth choose:
     The Lord, when I upon him call,
        To hear will not refuse.

  4  Fear, and sin not, talk with your heart
        On bed, and silent be;
     Present the gifts of righteousness,
        And in the Lord trust ye.

  5  O who will show us any good
        Is that which many say;
     But of thy countenance the light,
        Lord, lift on us, we pray.

  6  Upon my heart bestowed by thee,
        More gladness I have found;
     Than they in times when corn and wine
        Did most with them abound.

  7  I will both lay mc down in peace,
        And quiet sleep will take;
     Because thou only me to dwell
        Ill safety, Lord, dost make.

Long Metre Tunes

  1  God of my righteousness, reply
     In mercy to my earnest cry;
     In past distress thou didst relieve,
     Be gracious now, my prayer receive.

  2  How long, ye sons of men, defame,
     And turn my glory into shame?
     In vanities which ye devise,
     How long delight, and follow lies?

  3  Yet know that ever for his own
     The Lord doth choose the godly one;
     And when to him my prayers ascend,
     Tim Lord will graciously attend.

  4  Then stand in awe, from sin depart;
     And hold communion with your heart
     When on your bed reclined at rest,
     And still the risings of your breast.

  5  In sacrifice of righteousness
     Your homage to the Lord express;
     And ever let your heart rely
     With confidence on God Most High.

  6  O who will show us any good?
     Exclaims the restless multitude;
     But lift on us, O God of grace,
     The cheering brightness of thy face.

  7  More joy from thee has filled my heart;
     Than all their corn and wine impart.
     I lay me down to peaceful sleep,
     For thou wilt me in safety keep.


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