To you I call, O LORD my Rock;

To you I call, O LORD my Rock; Do not be deaf to my loud cry. I’ll be like those gone down to death, If you are silent in reply.

Receive my plea for mercy, LORD, As now I call to you for grace, As I lift up my hands in prayer And look to your Most Holy Place.

O drag me not away with those Who practise wickedness and sin, Who kindly to their neighbours speak But harbour malice deep within.

Repay them for their evil deeds And for their acts of wickedness; Bring back on them what they deserve And punish their unrighteousness.

Because the LORD’s works they despise And treat his actions with disdain, In justice he will tear them down And never build them up again.

Praise to the LORD, for he has heard The plea for mercy which I made. He is my strength, he is my shield; I trust in him who sends me aid.

My heart uplifted leaps for joy; My thanks to him I gladly sing. The LORD God is his people’s strength, A saving fortress for his king.

LORD, save your people, your own flock; Be pleased your heritage to bless. Be their good shepherd; carry them For ever in your faithfulness.