Psalm 57

O Lord vouchsafe, vouchsafe thy grace,
Be mercifull to me:
For my distressed soul doth place
Her confidence in thee.
Yea to the shadow of thy wings,
I will for refuge fly:
Untill these lamentable things
Be passed quietly.
I'l cry to God with earnest breath,
Even unto God most high,
Who faithfully accomplisheth
My competent supply.
From heaven shall Jehovah send,
And, by his mighty pow'r,
From their reproach my soul defend,
That would the same devour.
God shall send forth his truth and grace,
I lodge in Lions den;
My soul is pris'ner in a place
Among enraged men.
I lodge with men whose teeth are spears,
And arrows are their words;
And those envenom'd tongues of theirs,
Are like to sharp'ned swords.

2. Part.
O God let thy exalted Name,
Above the heavens stand:
Advance thy glory, raise thy fame
Above both sea and land.
They lai'd a net, they dig'd a ditch,
My soul to take and drown:
Within the very mid'st of which,
Themselves are fallen down.
My heart is fixt, ô God my heart
Is fixt upon the thing:
I'l praise thy Name with all my art.
My glory wake and sing.
Awake my Harp and Psaltery,
My self will early wake:
Among the people LORD will I
Thy praises undertake.
And by my song shalt thou be prais'd
Among the heath'nish crowds:
Thy mercy is to heaven rais'd,
Thy truth doth reach the clouds.
O God let thy exalted Name,
More high then heaven stand:
Advance thy glory, rear thy fame
Above the sea and land.