Mission of St. Clare logo Psalm 28 Ad te, Domine

Unto thee will I cry, O Lord, my strength;
think no scorn of me, lest, if thou make as though thou hearest not, I become like them that go down into the pit

Hear the voice of my humble petitions, when I cry unto thee, when I hold up my hands towards the mercy-seat of thy holy temple

O pluck me not away, neither destroy me with the ungodly and wicked doers, which speak friendly to their neighbours, but imagine mischief in their hearts

Reward them according to their deeds, and according to the wickedness of their own inventions

Recompense them after the work of their hands;
pay them that they have deserved

For they regard not in their mind the works of the Lord, nor the operation of his hands;
therefore shall he break them down, and not build them up

Praised be the Lord;
for he hath heard the voice of my humble petitions

The Lord is my strength, and my shield;
my heart hath trusted in him, and I am helped

Therefore my heart danceth for joy, and in my song will I praise him

The Lord is my strength, and he is the wholesome defence of his Anointed

O save thy people, and give thy blessing unto thine inheritance;
feed them, and set them up for ever