1 O Lord, my rock, to you I cry
when others will not hear;
to you I lift my hands on high
your arms are always near, O Lord,
your arms are always near.

2 I grieve for those who keep fine friends
but harbour Godless schemes;
who use your works for worthless ends,
to squander on their dreams, O Lord,
to squander on their dreams.

3 Yet praise the Lord who comes at length,
who comes to right the wrong:
to you our shepherd and our strength
be praise in joyful song, O Lord,
be praise in joyful song!

After Psalm 28, Michael Perry (1942 - 1996)
© Mrs B Perry/Jubilate Hymns
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