Book of Psalms
PSALM LVI.
George Burgess
Have mercy, Lord! the panting breath
Of tyrant foes is loud:
Each day they pant to work my death,
Each day to battle crowd.
O thou most High, in fearful days
I trust thy word and arm:
My God I trust, my God I praise,
Nor dread a mortal's harm.
The livelong day my words they wrest.
And all their thought is ill:
They watch the paths my feet have press'd,
And wait to rise and kill.
Shall guilt so proud a refuge see?
The Lord their pride shall bow:
Thou tell'st my steps, where'er I flee;
My tears, on, treasure thou!
Are not my woes within thy book?
Oh, when to thee I cry,
Before the God that ne'er forsook,
I know my foes shall fly.
My cheerful voice to God I raise,
And trust his word and arm:
The Lord my God I trust and praise,
Nor dread a mortal's harm.
Thy vows are on me, God of grace:
I keep the pledge I gave,
When look'd my soul on death's dread face,
And thou wert there to save.
Wilt thou not guide and guard me still,
That, in thy holy sight,
I journey onward by thy will,
And walk in life and light?
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The "Poetry of the Psalms" is a collection of poems expressing the struggles, fears, anger, joy and love revealed in the Psalms of the Bible. They were written over hundreds of years by various authors, including Isaac Watts, Charles Wesley, George Burgess, Charles Spurgeon, Abraham Coles, Augustus Toplady, Tate and Brady.
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