Psalm 143 (Tune: St Cecilia)

Support the psalms - www.patreon.com/join/psalms Lo, I do stretch my hands To thee, my help alone; For thou well understands All my complaint and moan: My thirsting soul desires, And longeth after thee, As thirsty ground requires With rain refreshed to be. 7 Lord, let my pray’r prevail, To answer it make speed; For, lo, my sp’rit doth fail: Hide not thy face in need; Lest I be like to those That do in darkness sit, Or him that downward goes Into the dreadful pit. 8 Because I trust in thee, O Lord, cause me to hear Thy loving-kindness free, When morning doth appear: Cause me to know the wayWherein my path should be; For why, my soul on high I do lift up to thee. Sung acapella from the Scottish Metrical Psalter of 1650.