O God, be mer­ci­ful to me,
My soul for re­fuge comes to Thee,
Beneath Thy wings I safe will stay,
Until these trou­bles pass away.
To God most high shall rise my pray­er,
To God who makes my wants His care,
From Heav’n He will sal­va­tion send,
And me from ev­ery foe defend.

Great foes and fierce my soul alarm,
Inflamed with rage and strong to harm,
But God, from Heav’n His dwell­ing place,
Will res­cue me with truth and grace.
Be Thou, O God, ex­alt­ed high,
Yea, far above the star­ry sky,
And let Thy glo­ry be dis­played
O’er all the earth Thy hands have made.

My soul is grieved be­cause my foes
With trea­chero­us plans my way en­close;
But from the snares that they de­vise
Their own un­do­ing shall arise.
My heart is stead­fast, O my king,
My heart is tuned Thy praise to sing;
Awake, my soul, and swell the song,
Let vib­rant harp the notes pro­long.

Yea, I will ear­ly wake and sing,
A thank­ful hymn to Thee will bring,
For un­to Heav’n Thy mer­cies rise,
Thy truth is lof­ty as the skies.
Be Thou, O God, ex­alt­ed high,
Yea, far above the star­ry sky,
And let Thy glo­ry be dis­played
O’er all the earth Thy hands have made.