1 O God, from whom all mercy springs,
on you my trusting soul I cast;
conceal me underneath your wings
until the raging storm is past.
O God most High, hear my distress:
work out your perfect will for me;
send down your grace and faithfulness,
and make my fierce pursuers flee.

2 At night my foes are crouching near,
like lions that hunger for their prey,
their teeth as sharp as any spear:
they seek my life by break of day
Exalt above the heavens, O God,
your everlasting sovereign worth:
then come in power and blaze abroad
your glory over all the earth.

3 They spread a net before my feet
my soul is crushed, all hope is fled;
across my path they dig a pit
but they will stumble in instead.
My heart is steadfast, and on fire
with praise, O God, in soaring song!
Awake, my soul! Let harp and lyre
awake O I'll awake the dawn!

4 In all the world your name I'll bless
and sing of you: how great your love!
Your saving grace and faithfulness
transcend the very skies above.
Exalt above the heavens, O God,
your everlasting sovereign worth:
then come in power and blaze abroad
your glory over all the earth.

David G Preston (born 1939) from Psalm 57
© David Preston/Jubilate Hymns Ltd
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