57. O God, from whom all mercy springs

Author: David G Preston

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.