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Chapter 16 of 146

Psalms 35-36

2 min read · Chapter 16 of 146

 

Psalm 35 (1 of 2)

 

1 PLEAD my cause, O Lord of hosts, Earth and hell now make their boasts, See against my soul they strive, Mischief seek and plots contrive.

 

2 Shield and buckler are with Thee, Hold them forth, O Lord, for me;

"I am thy salvation," say, That shall all my foes dismay.

 

3 Inbred sin my soul annoys, Unbelief my peace destroys, Fiery darts the tempter flings, Every day its battle brings.

 

4 Jesus when on earth He dwelt, Sharpest pangs of conflict felt;

All the powers of darkness warr'd With our great anointed Lord.

 

5 He has vanquish'd all His foes For Himself, and all He chose; His salvation is complete, All shall worship at His feet.

 

6 Lord, I will rejoice in Thee, Thy salvation makes me free;

Plead my cause and all is well, I shall ever with Thee dwell.

Joseph Irons, 1817.

 

Psalm 35 (2 of 2)

 

1 OH! plead my cause, my Saviour, plead, I trust it all to Thee:

O Thou who didst for sinners bleed, A sinner save in me.

 

2 Assure my weak, desponding heart, My threatening foes restrain;

Oh! tell me Thou my helper art, And all their rage is vain.

 

3 When round Thy cross they rush'd to kill, How was their fury foil'd: Their madness only wrought Thy will, And on themselves recoil'd.

 

4 The great salvation there achieved My hope shall ever be; My soul has in her Lord believed, And He will rescue me.

Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.

 

Psalm 36 (1 of 2)

 

1 HIGH in the heavens, Eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines;

Thy truth shall break through every cloud That veils and darkens Thy designs.

 

2 For ever firm Thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep;

Wise are the wonders of Thy hands;

Thy judgments are a mighty deep.

 

3 Thy providence is kind and large, Both man and beast Thy bounty share; The whole creation is Thy charge, But saints are Thy peculiar care.

 

4 My God! how excellent Thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort springs; The sons of Adam, in distress, Fly to the shadow of Thy wings.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

 

 

 

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