Psalms of David 56
56
PSALM LVI.
C. M.
1O thou, O God, in mercy help,
For man my life pursues;
To crush me repeated wrongs
He daily strife renews.
2Continually my spiteful foes
To ruin me combine;
Thou seest, who sitt’stenthron’d on high,
What mighty numbers join.
3But though sometimes surpris’d by fear,
On danger’s first alarm,
Yet still for succour I depend
On thy Almighty arm.
4God’s faithful promise I shall praise,
On which I now rely:
In God I trust, and, trusting him,
The arm of flesh defy.
5They wrest my words, and make them speak
A sense they never meant:
Their thoughts are all, with restless spite,
On my destruction bent.
6In close assemblies they combine,
And wicked projects lay;
They watch my steps, and lie in wait
To make my soul their prey.
7Shall such injustice still escape?
O righteous God, arise;
Let thy just wrath, (too long provok’d,)
This impious race chastise.
8Thou number’st all my steps, since first
I was compell’d to flee;
My very tears are treasur’d up,
And register’d by thee.
9When therefore I invoke thy aid,
My foes shall be o’erthrown;
For I am well assur’d that God
My righteous cause will own.
10-11I’ll trust God’s word, and so despise
The force that man can raise;
12To thee, O God, my vows are due;
To thee I’ll render praise.
13Thou hastretriev’d my soul from death,
And thou wilt still secure
The life thou hast so oft preserv’d,
And make my footsteps sure;
That thus protected by thy pow’r,
I may this light enjoy,
And in the service of my God
My lengthen’d days employ.
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First published 1696, improved 1698.
Psalms of David 56
56
PSALM LVI.
C. M.
1O thou, O God, in mercy help,
For man my life pursues;
To crush me repeated wrongs
He daily strife renews.
2Continually my spiteful foes
To ruin me combine;
Thou seest, who sitt’stenthron’d on high,
What mighty numbers join.
3But though sometimes surpris’d by fear,
On danger’s first alarm,
Yet still for succour I depend
On thy Almighty arm.
4God’s faithful promise I shall praise,
On which I now rely:
In God I trust, and, trusting him,
The arm of flesh defy.
5They wrest my words, and make them speak
A sense they never meant:
Their thoughts are all, with restless spite,
On my destruction bent.
6In close assemblies they combine,
And wicked projects lay;
They watch my steps, and lie in wait
To make my soul their prey.
7Shall such injustice still escape?
O righteous God, arise;
Let thy just wrath, (too long provok’d,)
This impious race chastise.
8Thou number’st all my steps, since first
I was compell’d to flee;
My very tears are treasur’d up,
And register’d by thee.
9When therefore I invoke thy aid,
My foes shall be o’erthrown;
For I am well assur’d that God
My righteous cause will own.
10-11I’ll trust God’s word, and so despise
The force that man can raise;
12To thee, O God, my vows are due;
To thee I’ll render praise.
13Thou hastretriev’d my soul from death,
And thou wilt still secure
The life thou hast so oft preserv’d,
And make my footsteps sure;
That thus protected by thy pow’r,
I may this light enjoy,
And in the service of my God
My lengthen’d days employ.
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