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Miserere mei

Take pity for thy promise sake

Author: John Hopkins
Published in 2 hymnals

Representative Text

1 Take pity for thy promise sake,
have mercy, Lord, on me.
Because my soul doth her betake
unto the help of thee:

2 Within the shadow of thy wings
I set myself full fast,
Till mischief, malice, and like things
be gone and overpast.

3 I call unto the God most high,
to whom I stick and stand,
I mean the God that will stand by
the cause I have in hand,

4 For he from heav'n hath sent his aid,
to save me from their spite,
That to devour me have essayed,
e'en mercy, truth, and might.

5 I lead my life with lions fell,
all set on wrath and ire;
And with such wicked men I dwell,
who fret like flames of fire:

6 Their teeth are spears and arrows long,
as sharp as I have seen,
They wound and cut with their quick tongue,
like swords and weapons keen.

7 Set up, and thyself, O 'God,
above the heav'ns most bright,
exalt thy praise on earth abroad,
thy majesty and might.

8 They had their net, and did prepare
a privy cave and pit,
Wherein they thought my Soul to snare,
but are fallen into it.

9 My heart is set to praise the Lord,
in him to joy always;
My heart doth ever well accord
to sing his laud and praise.

10 Awake, my joy, awake, I say,
my lute, my harp, and string;
And I myself before the day
will rise, rejoice, and sing.

11 Among the people I will tell
the goodness of my God,
And show his praise that doth excel,
in heathen lands abroad.

12 His mercy doth extend as far
as heavens all are high,
His truth as high as any star
that shineth in the sky.

13 Set forth and show thyseff, O God,
above the heav'ns most bright,
Exalt thyself on each abroad,
thy majesty and might.

Source: The whole book of Psalms: collected into English metre #LVII

Author: John Hopkins

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Text Information

First Line: Take pity for thy promise sake
Title: Miserere mei
Author: John Hopkins



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The whole book of Psalms #LVII

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