120 (1)Psalm 120 Version 1CM
IN trouble and distress I cry,
   ‘Deliver me, I pray,
From hostile deeds and lying words
    Of those who shun Thy way.’
 
2  What fitting end shall be the due
    Of hateful, bitter hearts?
Of minds and tongues employed with skill
    In persecuting arts?
 
3  Thy people here must dwell too long
    Among such hearts as these—
Who will not quench the fires of hate
    Nor bid their malice cease.
 
4  But, by Thy help, to them I’ll speak
    Thy reconciling Word;
And represent with utmost zeal
    My dear, forgiving Lord.
 
Evangelical Psalter
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