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.