Psalm 4
Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 O Lord, that art my righteous Judge,
to my complaint give ear:
Thou still redeem'st me from distress;
have mercy, Lord, and hear.
2 How long will ye, O sons of men,
to blot my fame devise?
How long your vain designs pursue,
and spread malicious lies?
3 Consider, that the righteous man
is God's peculiar choice;
And when to him I make my pray'r,
he always hears my voice.
4 Then stand in awe of his commands,
flee ev'ry thing that's ill;
Commune in private with your hearts,
and bend them to his will.
5 The place of other sacrifice
let righteousness supply;
And let your hope, securely fixed,
on God alone rely.
6 While worldly minds impatient grow
more prosp'rous times to see,
Still let the glories of thy face
shine brightly, Lord, on me.
7 So shall my heart o'erflow with joy,
more lasting and more true,
Than theirs who stores of corn and wine
successively renew.
8 Then down in peace I'll lay my head,
and take my needful rest;
No other guard, O Lord, I crave,
of thy defense possessed.
