My supplicating cry,

When troubles overwhelm my breast; Then lead me on the rock to rest That higher is than I.

2 In thee my soul hath shelter found, And thou hast been from foes around

The tower to which I flee.

Within thy house I will abide,
And underneath thy wings will hide,
Forever safe in thee.

On me the heritage conferred

Of him thy name that fears. Long life thou to the king wilt give; Through generations he shall live, From age to age his years.

4 Before his God he shall abide; O do thou truth and grace provide

To keep him in the way. So I thy name will ever sing, A song of praise will daily bring, That I my vows may pay.

N. Dougall

hath proved;

He on ly is my

be greatly moved.

1 My soul in silence waits for God,
My Saviour he hath proved;
He only is my rock and tower,
I'll not be greatly moved.

2 How long will ye a man assail
And seek to cause his fall,
Till he is like a tott'ring fence
Or like a leaning wall?

3 They plot to bring his glory down,

In lies they take delight; [mouth, And while they bless him with their They curse with inward spite.

4 My soul, in silence wait for God;
He is my help approved;
He only is my rock and tower,

And I shall not be moved.

5 With God alone my glory is

And my salvation sure;

My rock of strength is found in God, My refuge most secure.

For thou according to his work Dost every man reward.

C. F. Roper

I. My soul in

My Saviour he hath proved;

D: 3 -4

moved,

My soul doth thirst for thee;
My flesh longs in a weary land,
Wherein no waters be;

2 So have I looked on thee before
Within thy holy place,
To see the greatness of thy power
And brightness of thy face.

3 Since better is thy love than life,
My lips thee praise shall give.
I in thy name will lift my hands,
And bless thee while I live.

4 My soul with marrow and with fat Well satisfied shall be;

Then shall my mouth with joyful lips Sing praises unto thee;

Remember with delight,

And when on thee I meditate

In watches of the night.

6 In shadow of thy wings I'll joy,
Thou art my help of old;
My soul fast follows after thee,

Thy right hand doth uphold.

7 But they go down to depths of earth
Who seek my soul to slay;

Yea, they shall perish by the sword,
To foxes be a prey.

8 Yet shall the king rejoice in God;
Who swears by him shall joy;
For stopped shall be the mouth of those
Who lying words employ.