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Hymn · Psalm 140

Lord, from the Ill and Froward Man

ST. AGNES · C.M. · words from the Scottish Psalter, 1650 · music John Bacchus Dykes

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Lord, from the Ill and Froward Man er save; make; ev ance, a me do ing net cords; vi tongues med me liv tat sharp men they yea, 'lent they i de er; ill heart to from me for me un their the a and mis a the 1. Lord, Who 2. Much 3. Lord, 4. The 5. in from like keep proud hid, hands, tongue things man from and their are give snare wi ser chie fro have ward vous pent's cked's pur me set. have. snake. geth lence: o have posed a to go man tin poi gins ly vi of for ings son ual of er. war safe neath ly way the ter der for thou side to their as pre by ut un they do Have Who And And And spread; throw lies are from they my the con the for o lips sem serve me ver there bled me 6. I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God: unto the cry Of all my supplications, Lord, do thine ear apply. 7. O God the Lord, who art the strength of my salvation: A cov'ring in the day of war my head thou hast put on. 8. Unto the wicked man, O Lord, his wishes do not grant; Nor further thou his ill device, lest they themselves should vaunt. 9. As for the head and chief of those about that compass me, Ev'n by the mischief of the lips let thou them covered be. 10. Let burning coals upon them fall, them throw in fiery flame, And in deep pits, that they no more may rise out of the same. 11. Let not an evil speaker be on earth established: Mischief shall hunt the vi'lent man, till he be ruined. 12. I know God will th' afflicted's cause maintain, and poor men's right. Surely the just shall praise thy name; th' upright dwell in thy sight. Scottish Psalter, 1650 ST. AGNES C.M. John Bacchus Dykes, 1875

1.Lord, from the ill and froward man
give me deliverance,
And do thou safe preserve me from
the man of violence:

2.Who in their heart mischievous things
are meditating ever;
And they for war assembled are
continually together.

3.Much like unto a serpent's tongue
their tongues they sharp do make;
And underneath their lips there lies
the poison of a snake.

4.Lord, keep me from the wicked's hands,
from vi'lent men me save;
Who utterly to overthrow
my goings purposed have.

5.The proud for me a snare have hid,
and cords; yea, they a net
Have by the wayside for me spread;
they gins for me have set.

6.I said unto the Lord, Thou art
my God: unto the cry
Of all my supplications,
Lord, do thine ear apply.

7.O God the Lord, who art the strength
of my salvation:
A cov'ring in the day of war
my head thou hast put on.

8.Unto the wicked man, O Lord,
his wishes do not grant;
Nor further thou his ill device,
lest they themselves should vaunt.

9.As for the head and chief of those
about that compass me,
Ev'n by the mischief of the lips
let thou them covered be.

10.Let burning coals upon them fall,
them throw in fiery flame,
And in deep pits, that they no more
may rise out of the same.

11.Let not an evil speaker be
on earth established:
Mischief shall hunt the vi'lent man,
till he be ruined.

12.I know God will th' afflicted's cause
maintain, and poor men's right.
Surely the just shall praise thy name;
th' upright dwell in thy sight.

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