Barnabas, 76.76.77.76.* [High C]
| 1 LORD, my Rock, to you I cry! O be not deaf to me! If you speak not, I must lie with those entombed that be. 2 Hear when I before you stand, there to voice my earnest plea, when I lift imploring hands before your sanctu'ry. | |
| 3 Drag me not away from you with men engaged in sin, who with peace their neighbors woo while murder lurks within. 4 Give to them their cup of woe, all the evils they have wrought. Let them by your judgment know the woes which they have brought. | |
| 5 Since the doings of the LORD, his works, they yet ignore, he'll make ruin their reward nor build them any more. 6 Bless the LORD! My cry he heard! 7 My defense, my shield, the LORD! My heart trusted in his word; with help I am restored. | |
| Glad in heart, I'll raise my song. 8 The LORD protects his own. His Anointed he makes strong; he saves and guards his throne. 9 Save your people; prosper them; Bless them for your heritage. Be their shepherd. Carry them Secure through every age. *Looking for the tune came across a good set of lyrics from Charles Wesley about the Lord's table... |
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