Psalm 57Words: The Psalter of the United Presbyterian Church of North America, 1887 ed. 1 Be merciful to me, O God; Be merciful to me; Because my soul in humble trust A refuge seeks in thee. 2 Yea, in the shadow of thy wings My confidence is placed, Until these sad calamities Are wholly overpassed. 3 My prayers shall ascend to him Who is the Lord Most High; To God performing all for me I lift my earnest cry. 4 From heaven he shall send, and me From his reproach defend Who would devour me: God his truth Add mercy forth shall send. 5 My soul among fierce lions is, I firebrands live among, Men's sons, whose teeth are spears and darts, A sharpened sword their tongue. 6 Be thou exalted very high Above the heavens, O God; And let thy glory be advanced O'er all the earth abroad, 7 My soul's bowed down; for they a net Have laid, my steps to snare; But in the pit which they have made For me, they fallen are. 8 My heart, O God, is fixed, is fixed; To thee I'1t sing, and praise; Awake my glory, lute, and harp; Myself I'll early raise. 9 I'll praise thee with the people, Lord, With nations sing will I: For great to heaven thy mercy is, Thy truth is to the sky. 10 Above the heavens high, 0 God, Do thou exalted be; And let thy glory be advanced Above both land and sea. |
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