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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