Psalm 138

Melcombe

With all my heart I’ll praise you Lord;
Before the ‘gods’ I’ll sing and bless,
Your holy temple bow toward,
I’ll praise for love and faithfulness.

Your name and word you’ve made to be
Much greater far than everything.
When I cried out, you answered me;
You made me bold and strong within.

May all the kings of earth give praise,
Lord, when they hear you speak your word
And may they sing the Lord’s own ways:
For great the glory of the Lord.

Though God’s on high, the meek he knows
But views the proud from far away.
Although I walk amid such woes,
You guard my life, preserve my way.

Against my foes you stretch your hand,
By your right hand you me relieve.
God’s plans won’t fail; your love will stand,
Your hands’ own work, Lord, never leave.

Psalm 28

Melcombe

O Lord my Rock, 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.

O hear 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 men of 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.