Psalm 43 (Tate & Brady)

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.