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.
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.
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.
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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