Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 Thy mercy, Lord, to me extend, on thy protection I depend; And to thy wing for shelter haste, till this outrageous storm is past. 2 To thy tribunal, Lord, I fly, thou sov'reign Judge and God most high, Who wonders hast for me begun, and wilt not leave thy work undone. 3 From 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. 4 For I with savage men converse, like hungry lions wild and fierce, With men whose teeth are spears, their words Envenomed darts and two edged swords. 5 Be thou, O God, exalted high; and, as thy glory fills the sky; So let it be on earth displayed,: till thou art here, as there, obeyed. 6 To take me they their net prepared and had almost my soul ensnared; but fell themselves, by just decree, into the pit they made for me. 7 O God, my heart is fixed, 'tis bent, its thankful tribute to present; And with my heart my voice I'll raise to thee, my God, in songs of praise. 8 Awake, 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. 9 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound to all the list'ning nations round: 10 Thy mercy highest heav'n transcends, thy truth beyond the clouds extends. 11 Be thou, O God, exalted high; and, as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth displayed, till thou art here, as there, obeyed.