Psalm 57 (Tate & Brady)

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.