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1 O God, my heart prepared is,
my tongue is likewise so:
I will advance my voice in song,
that I thy praise may show,

2 Awake, my viol and my harp,
sweet melody to make;
And in the morning I myself
right early will awake.

3 By me among the people, Lord,
still praised shalt thou be,
And I among the heathen folk
will praises sing to thee:

4 Because thy mercy doth ascend
above the heav'ns most high;.
Also thy truth doth reach the clouds
within the lofty sky.

5 Above the starry heavens high
exalt thyself, O God,
Display likewise upon the earth
thy glory all abroad;

6 That thy beloved also may
be set at liberty;
Help, O my God, with thy right hand,
and hear me speedily,

7 God in his holiness hath spoke,
wherefore my joys abound,
Sichem I will divide, and mete
the vale of Succoth's ground,

8 And Gilead shall be my own,
Manasses mine shall be;
My head-strength Ephraim, and law
shall Judah give to me,

9 Moab my wash-pot is, my shoe
o'er Edom I will throw,
Upon the land of Palestine
in triumph I will go.

10 Who to the city strong shall be
leader and guide to me
Also by whom to Edom's land
Conveyèd shall I be.

11 Is it not thou, O Lord, who late
hast us forsaken quite?
And wilt not thou, Lord, also go
forth with our hosts to fight?

12 Give us, O Lord, thy saving aid,
when troubles do assail;
For all the help of man is vain,
and can no whit avail.

13 Through God we shall do valiant acts,
and worthy of renown;
He shall subdue our enemies,
yea, he shall tread them down.

Text Information
First Line: O God my heart prepared is
Title: Psalm CVIII
Author: J.H.
Publication Date: 1812
Language: English
Tune Information
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