Assurance Amid Peril

1 My soul is grieved because my foes
With treacherous plans my way inclose;
But from the snares that they devise
Their own undoing shall arise.

2 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.

3 Yea, I will early wake and sing,
A thankful hymn to Thee will bring,
For unto heaven thy mercies rise,
Thy truth is lofty as the skies.

4 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.

The Psalter: with responsive readings, 1912

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #4465