To thee, good God, I ev'ry blessing owe

To thee, good God, I ev'ry blessing owe

Author: Thomas Cradock
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1 To thee, good God, I ev'ry blessing owe;
O hear me now; thy wonted mercy shew:
Beneath the shelter of thy wings I'll rest,
Till all these dreadful ills are overpast.
2 Thee I'll invoke, thy gracious aid implore,
For ne'er was yet with-held thy saving pow'r.
3 From heav'n shalt thou thy kind assistance send;
Me shall thy mercy and thy truth defend;
Fruitless, my foes their impious slanders dart;
Fruitless they aim their mischiefs at my heart:
4 E'en tho' 'mong savage lions, fierce and fell,
'Mongst rav'nous beasts, that vomit fire, I dwell,
Whose tongues than keenest swords more fatal are,
Whose teeth wound deeper than the pointed spear,
5 Do thou, O God, exalt thy glory high;
Shew to th' astonifh'd earth thy majesty.
6 For me their villain-toils they now prepare,
My poor afflicted soul they seek t' ensnare;
For me they've made a pit--in vain they've made;
To the same pit they are themselves betray'd.
7 Fix'd is my heart; my heart's resolv'd, O God,
To spread thy praises and thy name abroad;
8 Awake, my lyre--my psaltery----my voice
At early, dawn I'll in my God rejoice;
9 My song of thee the nations round shall hear;
Struck with the theme, thy pow'r shall they revere;
10 For to yon trackless clouds, yon heav'ns above,
Extend thy truth, thy clemency, thy love.
11 Do thou, O God, exalt thy glory high;
Beam on the wond'ring world thy majesty.

Source: New Version of the Psalms of David #LVII

Author: Thomas Cradock

Rector of St. Thomas's, Baltimore County, Maryland Go to person page >

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First Line: To thee, good God, I ev'ry blessing owe
Author: Thomas Cradock
Language: English
Publication Date: 1756
Copyright: Public Domain

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