Psalms in Metre
   1  Judge and defend my cause, O Lord,
         'gainst them that evil be ;
      From wicked and deceitful men,
         O Lord, deliver me.
 
   2  For of my strength thou art the God;
         why am I put from thee?
      Why walk I heavily, whilst that
         my foe oppresseth me?
 
   3  O Lord, send out thy light and truth,
         and lead me with thy grace,
      Which may conduct me to thy hill,
         and to thy dwelling-place.
 
   4  Then shall I to thy altar go,
         with joy to worship there;
      And on my harp give thanks to thee,
         O God, my God most dear.
 
   5  Why art thou then so sad, my soul,
         and frett'st thus in my breast?
      Still trust in God, for him to praise
         I hold it always best.
 
   6  By him I have deliverance
         from all my pain and grief;.
      He is my God, who doth alway
         at need send me relief.