Psalm 102 by Rachel Higgs published on 2013-05-16T13:03:17Z Psalm 102(II): 1–5, 11–12 from the 1650 Scottish Psalter to the tune Holley. From the album 'Sing Praises and Rejoice' sung by the youth group of the Evangelical Presbyterian Church of Australia (www.epc.org.au) Lord, hear my pray'r, and let my cry Have speedy access unto thee; In day of my calamity O hide not thou thy face from me. Hear when I call to thee; that day An answer speedily return: My days, like smoke, consume away, and, as an hearth, my bones do burn. My heart is wounded very sore, And withered, like grass doth fade: I am forgetful grown therefore To take and eat my daily bread. By reason of my smart within, And voice of my most grievous groans, My flesh consumed is, my skin, All parch'd, doth cleave unto my bones. My days are like a shade alway, Which doth declining swiftly pass; And I am withered away, Much like unto the fading grass. But thou, O Lord, shalt still endure, From change and all mutation free, And to all generations sure Shall thy remembrance ever be.