Zac Fitzsimmons - Psalm 28 Word For Word

To you, O Lord, I call
My rock, be not deaf to me
Lest, if you be silent to me
I become like those who go down to the pit
Hear the voice of my pleas for mercy
When I cry to you for help
When I lift up my hands
Toward your most holy sanctuary
Do not drag me off with the wicked
With the workers of evil
Who speak peace with their neighbors
While evil is in their hearts
Give to them according to their work
And according to the evil of their deeds
Give to them according to the work of their hands
Render them their due reward
Because they do not regard the works of the Lord
Or the work of his hands
He will tear them down and build them up no more
Blessed be the Lord
For he has heard the voice of my pleas for mercy
The Lord is my strength and my shield
In him my heart trusts, and I am helped
My heart exults
And with my song I give thanks to him
The Lord is the strength of his people
He is the saving refuge of his anointed
Oh, save your people and bless your heritage
Be their shepherd and carry them forever
The Lord is the strength of his people
He is the saving refuge of his anointed

Written by:
Zachariah Fitzsimmons

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