1 O Lord my Rock, to you I cry aloud
to hear my plea;
I shall be lost, if you stay silent now
and deaf to me.
I lift my hands to your most holy place;
do not withhold your mercy, love and grace!

2 Do not, I pray, drag me off with the vile,
with souls perverse;
smooth is their speech, but hidden in their hearts
a silent curse.
For all the Lord has done, they show disdain,
but once torn down, they shall not rise again.

3 Praise to the Lord, who is my strength and shield;
he hears my cry!
God is my help; my heart will give him thanks
and leap for joy.
Strength of his people, fortress for his king;
our Shepherd, save us! All your praise we sing.

Christopher Idle from Psalm 28
© Christopher Idle/Jubilate Hymns Ltd
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