1 Thy wonted Mercy, LORD, to me extend!
On thy Protection solely I depend;
O let thy shelt'ring Wings thy Servant cover!
To thee I fly, do thou my Soul defend,
'Till this outrageous Storm hath passed over.
2 To thy Tribunal, sov'reign Judge! I run,
Who in my Cause hath wond'rous Things begun;
Then let thy Arm from Heav'n, be my protection,
Let all my foes thro' Sahme my Presence shun,
And be thy sacred Truth my sure Direction.
3 For daily I with savage Men converse,
Who are like hungry Lions wild and fierce,
Whose Teeth are like sharp Spears on high erected,
Whose Words my Soul, like Darts envenom'd pierce,
Or two-edg'd Swords, against my Life directed.
4 Be thou, O GOD of Hosts! exalted high,
And let thy Glory fill both Earth and Sky!
For they a Net had for my soul prepared;
But now I know thy Help is ever nigh,
Since in that Net thy find themselves ensnared.
5 My Heart is fix'd, O GOD, 'tis fully bent,
To thee my thankful Tribute to present;
My Voice, in lofty Anthems shall be raised.
Awake my Harp and Lute, with joint Consent,
And with the early Dawn let GOD be praised.
6 Thy worthy Praises, LORD, I will resound,
To all the list'ning Tribes and Nations round;
Thy Mercy still the highest Heav'n transcending.
With tend'rest Love, my GOD, thou dost abound,
Thy Truth beyond th'aspiring Clouds ascending.
7 Be thou, O GOD of Hosts! exalted high.
And as thy Glory fills the radient Sky'
So let it be thro' Earth's Extent displayed,
'Till all Mankind confess thee ever nigh,
'Till as in Heav'n, on Earth thou art obey'd.
Source: The Psalms of David: with the Ten Commandments, Creed, Lord's Prayer, &c. in metre...for the use of the Reformed Protestant Dutch church of the city of New York #LVII
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|The Psalms of David: with the Ten Commandments, Creed, Lord's Prayer, &c. in metre...for the use of the Reformed Protestant Dutch church of the city of New York #LVII||Thy wonted Mercy, LORD, to me extend!||Thy wonted Mercy, LORD, to me extend!||[Thy wonted Mercy, Lord, to me extend]||Psalm 57||1767||Prayers | When surrounded by Enemies; Prophecies | Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked|