Psalter 155

Verse 1
My soul is grieved because my foes
With treach'rous plans my way inclose;
But from the snares that they devise
Their own undoing shall arise.

Verse 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.

Verse 3
Great foes and fierce my soul alarm,
Inflamed with rage and strong to harm,
But God, from heav'n His dwelling place,
Will rescue me with truth and grace.

Verse 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.
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