Psalm 71

Music:

ST CHRISTOPHER

Lyrics:

^{Psalm 71.1}  O LORD, in Thee I’m trusting
ashamed let me not be;
² O save me in Thy righteousness,
give ear and rescue me.
³ Be Thou my rock, my dwelling place
my constant safe resort.
Thou y salvation hast ordained;
Thou art my rock and fort.

⁴ From wicked hands, God, free me,
hands cruel and unjust.;
⁵ Thou, Lord Jehovah, art my hope;
from youth Thou art my trust.
⁶ For I have been sustained by Thee
through birth and early days;
brought from my mother’s womb by Thee,
I’ll give Thee constant praise.

⁷ To Many I’m a wonder;
Thou art my refuge strong.
⁸ My mouth is brimming with Thy praise
and honor all day long.
⁹ Do not reject me in the time
when old age I shall see;
and in my days of failing strength
do not abandon me.

¹⁰ My enemies with hatred
against me evil speak;
those who are watching for my life
united counsel seek.
¹¹ They say, “God has forsaken him!
Pursue him! None will save!”
¹² O God, do not be far from me;
my God, Thy help I crave.

¹³ Let all who strive against me
disgraced and wasted be,
all covered with reproach and shame
who seek to injure me.
¹⁴ But I with lasting confidence
will hope continually,
and I will praise of Thee.

¹⁵ All day my mouth Thy justice
and Thy salvation show,
for proofs of them are far beyond
¹⁶ the numbers which I know.
For I will go forth in the strength
of Thee, Jehovah Lord;
Thy righteousness, and Thine alone,
Abroad I will record.

¹⁷ O God, You’ve been my teacher
ev’n from my days of youth;
and all the wonders Thou hast done
I still declare as truth.
¹⁸ So now, when I am old and gray,
O God, forsake me not,
until Thy strength and power I have
each generation taught.

¹⁹ For, God, Thy justice reaches
into infinity,
and Thou hast wrought such miracles,
O God, who is like Thee?
²⁰ Thou Who before has made me see
much evil and distress
wilt me revive and bring me up
from depths which me depress.

²¹ Do Thou increase my greatness,
and comfort to me bring.
²² Then with a harp I’ll give Thee thanks;
my God, Thy truth I’ll sing.
O Holy One of Israel,
with harp Thy psalms I’ll bring.
²³ My lips will shout; my ransomed soul
in psalms to Thee will sing.

²⁴ My tongue will keep proclaiming
Thy justice all day long;
for they are humbled and ashamed
who seek to do me wrong.
¹ O Lord, in Thee I refuge take
ashamed let me not be; 
² O save me in Thy righteousness,
give ear and rescue me.