My Soul Is Grieved

My soul is grieved be­cause my foes

With trea­cher­ous plans my way en­close;

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.

Yea

I will ear­ly wake and sing

A thank­ful hymn to Thee will bring

For un­to Heav­en Thy mer­cies rise

Thy truth is lof­ty as the skies.

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.