Psalm XLIII. Judica me Deus & discerne, &c.
I
Thou, who art Judge of all the World, be mine:
Be both my Judge, and Advocate
My Cause both sentence, and debate,
And let the issue prove that I am Thine:
From the deceitfull Man deliver mee,
Others he may deceive, but ne're impose on Thee!
II
Thou art my strength, and on Thee I rely;
Why do's my God this distance keep,
Whil'st I ly buryed in the Deep,
And only with my sighs can upward fly?
Pitty my Darkness, Lord, dispell this night,
And from Thy sacred Hill send forth Thy Truth and Light!
III
That glorious Light, which may direct my way,
And where Thou always art, bring mee;
That we may still together bee,
In Sion where Thy Presence makes it day:
Then with my Harp I'll to Thy Altar go,
And, what above shall never cease, begin below.
IV
Why art Thou troubled, Soul, and restless grown,
As if forgotten, through despair,
As if Thy God had left His care,
And lower, than indeed Thou art, cast down?
Trust in Him still, for Thou His Name shalt praise,
And whom His absence has depress'd, His sight shall raise.
