Psalms of David 57
57
PSALM LVII.
L. M.
1THY mercy, Lord, to me extend,
On thy protection I depend;
And to thy wing for shelter haste,
Till this outrageous storm is past.
2To thy tribunal, Lord, I fly,
Thou sov’reign Judge and God most gn,
Who wonders hast for me begun,
And wilt not leave thy work undone.
3From heav’n protect me by thine arm,
And shame all those who seek my harm;
To my relief thy mercy send,
And truth, on which my hopes depend.
4For I with savage men converse,
Like hungry lions wild and fierce,
With men whose teeth are spears, their words
Envenom’d darts, and two-edg’d swords.
5Be thou, O God, exalted high;
And, as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth display’d
Till thou art here, as there, obey’d.
6To take me they their net prepar’d,
And had almost my soul ensnar’d;
But fell themselves, by just decree,
Into the pit they made for me.
7O God, my heart is fix’d, ’tis bent,
Its thankful tribute to present;
And with my heart my voice I’ll raise
To thee, my God, in songs of praise.
8Awake, my glory; harp and lute,
No longer let your strings be mute;
And I, my tuneful part to take,
Will with the early dawn awake.
9Thy praises, Lord, I will resound
To all the list’ming nations round:
10Thy mercy highest heav’n transcends,
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.
11Be thou, O God, exalted high;
And, as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth display’d,
Till thou art here, as there, obey’d.
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Psalms of David 57
57
PSALM LVII.
L. M.
1THY mercy, Lord, to me extend,
On thy protection I depend;
And to thy wing for shelter haste,
Till this outrageous storm is past.
2To thy tribunal, Lord, I fly,
Thou sov’reign Judge and God most gn,
Who wonders hast for me begun,
And wilt not leave thy work undone.
3From heav’n protect me by thine arm,
And shame all those who seek my harm;
To my relief thy mercy send,
And truth, on which my hopes depend.
4For I with savage men converse,
Like hungry lions wild and fierce,
With men whose teeth are spears, their words
Envenom’d darts, and two-edg’d swords.
5Be thou, O God, exalted high;
And, as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth display’d
Till thou art here, as there, obey’d.
6To take me they their net prepar’d,
And had almost my soul ensnar’d;
But fell themselves, by just decree,
Into the pit they made for me.
7O God, my heart is fix’d, ’tis bent,
Its thankful tribute to present;
And with my heart my voice I’ll raise
To thee, my God, in songs of praise.
8Awake, my glory; harp and lute,
No longer let your strings be mute;
And I, my tuneful part to take,
Will with the early dawn awake.
9Thy praises, Lord, I will resound
To all the list’ming nations round:
10Thy mercy highest heav’n transcends,
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.
11Be thou, O God, exalted high;
And, as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth display’d,
Till thou art here, as there, obey’d.
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