Psalm CXLIII.
Windsor Tune.
〈♫〉〈♫〉LOrd hear my pray'r and hum-ble suit,
〈♫〉〈♫〉thy wil---ling ear ad---dress:
〈♫〉〈♫〉And an--swer me in e---qui--ty,
〈♫〉〈♫〉in truth and faith----ful---ness.
[verse 2] And into judgment or dispute;
thy servant do not call,
For with thee can no mortal man
be justifi'd at all.
[verse 3] My foes my soul do persecute,
my life to ground is trod:
My dwelling made in darksome shade,
as men long dead, O God.
[verse 4] Therefore my burden'd spirits shrink,
my heart is desolate;
[verse 5] And wisely weighs the ancient days:
thy works I meditate.