O THOU , from Whom all mercy springs,
Compassionate my sufferings,
And pity me
That trust in Thee.
O shelter with Thy shady Wings
Until these storms of woe
Clear-up, or overblow.

Thee I invoke, O Thou Most High,
Thou All-performer! from the sky
Thy angels send;
Let them defend
My soul from him that would destroy.
O send Thy mercy down,
With truth Thy promise crown.

For salvage lions girt me round,
And they whose malice knows no bound,
Their cruel words
More sharp than swords,
Their teeth like spears and arrows wound.
To heav'n Thy glory raise,
Let earth resound Thy praise.

They subtle snares prepared have,
And bow'd my soul ev'n to the grave;
With wicked wit
Have digg'd a pit,
From which themselves they could not save,
But justly fell therein
Entrapp'd by their own sin.

My ravish'd heart flames with desire;
I to the music of my lyre,
Eternal King,
Thy praise will sing.
Awake my glory! zeal inspire!
Awake my harp and lute,
Nor in His praise be mute!

To Thee, before the morning rise,
My lips their calves shall sacrifice.
Thy mercy far
The highest star,
Thy truth transcends the lofty skies.
To heav'n Thy glory raise,
Let earth resound Thy praise.