Psalm 57
Words: 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.
