Psalm 28 (Tate & Brady)

1 O Lord, my rock, to thee I cry,

in sighs consume my breath;

O answer, or I shall become

like those that sleep in death.

2 Regard my supplication, Lord,

the cries that I repeat,

With weeping eyes and lifted hands

before thy mercy seat.

3 Let me escape the sinners' doom,

who make a trade of ill;

And ever speak the person fair,

whose blood they mean to spill.

4 According to their crimes' extent

let justice have its course:

Relentless be to them as they

have sinned without remorse.

5 Since they the works of God despise,

nor will his grace adore;

His wrath shall utterly destroy,

and build them up no more.

6 But I, with due acknowledgment,

his praises will resound,

From whom the cries of my distress

a gracious answer found.

7 My heart its confidence reposed

in God, my strength and shield;

In him I trusted, and returned

triumphant from the field.

As he hath made my joys complete,

'tis just that I should raise

The cheerful tribute of my thanks,

and thus resound his praise.

8 "His aiding pow'r supports the troops

that my just cause maintain:

T'was he advanced me to the throne,

'tis he secures my reign."

9 Preserve thy chosen, and proceed

thine heritage to bless;

With plenty prosper them in peace;

in battle with success.