17 (1)Psalm 17 Version 18 6. 8 6. 8 8
HEAR, O my Lord, regard my cry,
   My prayer from lips sincere;
Send Thine approval from on high,
    To make my standing clear;
And, greatly as my heart is tried,
O may I not have turned aside.
2  Lord, I resolve with firm desire
    No wrong to speak or do;
Thy path alone I choose for mine,
    To walk with purpose true;
I cry for help, O Lord, to Thee,
Assured that Thou wilt answer me.
3  O keep me, Lord, may I be found
    The apple of Thine eye;
With deadly foes arrayed around
    To Thee alone I cry:
My only trust and refuge be;
And let Thy wings o’ershadow me.
4  Guard me from those whose joy and pride
    And portion is below;
Who, with life’s treasures satisfied,
    No better purpose know;
Who, with earth’s stores of wealth content,
Must leave them all when life is spent.
5  When, clothed in righteousness at last,
    Thy glorious face I see,
When all this weary night is past,
    And I awake with Thee
To view the glories that abide,
Then—how I shall be satisfied!
The Psalter, 1912‡