Psalm 1

But As For Me, I'll Call On God by Dwight Armstrong (with Vocals)

But As For Me, I'll Call On God by Dwight Armstrong (Music only)


'Twas not a foe who did deride, for that I could endure;
No hater thus who rose in pride, else would I hide secure.
But thou it was, my friend and guide; we did as equals meet;
We walked to God's house side by side, and counsel blended sweet.

His speech more smooth than butter was, yet in his heart was war;
More soft than oil his words appear, yet sharp as drawn swords were they.
But Lord Thou will in judgment sit and bring them down to woe;
And in the deep and darksome pit, in ruin lay them low.

Death shall them seize, and to the tomb, a live they shall go down;
For wickedness is in their home; among them abound their sins.
But as for me, I'll call on God; the Lord will safety give;
He'll hear me when I cry aloud, at morning, noon and night.


Psalm 1

Unto My Earnest Prayer Give Ear by Dwight Armstrong (with Vocals)

Unto My Earnest Prayer Give Ear by Dwight Armstrong (Music only)


Unto my earnest prayer give ear, nor hide Thee, O Most High;
Attend my sad complaint, and hear my mourning, bitter cry.
Because of sinful men I weep, and persecuting foes,
Who wickedness upon me heap, and me in wrath oppose.

Sore pained in heart, I find no ease, death's terrors fill my soul;
Great fear and trembling on me seize, and horrors o'er me roll.
Destroyed, Eternal, let them be; divide, confuse their tongue;
For in the city, lo I see great strife and grievous wrong.

All day and night they go around upon her circling walls,
While sin and sorrow great are found within her peopled halls.
Yea, crimes of violence and fraud within the city meet;
Deceit and guile there stalk abroad, nor leave the crowded street.

Lo, wand'ring far, my rest should be in some lone desert waste;
I from the windy storm would flee and from the tempest haste.
"O had I wings," I sigh and say, "like some swift dove to roam;
Then would I hasten far away, and find a peaceful home."