Psalm 28

Melcombe

Lord, my Rock, it's to you I call;
Do not a deaf ear turn to me;
Like those into the pit who fall,
If you stay silent, I shall be.

Hear this, my cry for mercy, Lord,
As I call out to you for grace,
As I lift up my hands toward,
My hands to your Most Holy Place.

With those who do great wickedness

Don’t drag me off, with those who sin.
They to their neighbours peace profess
But harbour malice there within.

Their deeds and evil work repay;
For what their hands have done, reserve
A payment for that coming day.
Bring back on them what they deserve.

The Lord's works, what his hands have done,
These works they hold in great disdain,
So he will tear them down each one,
And never build them up again.

The Lord be praised, he’s heard my cry,
The Lord's my strength and he’s my shield;
My heart trusts in him; helped am I.
My heart for joy leaps; thanks I yield.

The Lord he makes his people strong,
He is for Christ a safe fortress.
Their shepherd be, bear them along;
Save them; your heritage come bless.