Paraphrase on the Psalms of David - Psalm 138

My soul, applaud our glorious King,
Before the gods His praises sing:
His mercy an eternal spring.

For this, on consecrated ground
Will I adore; Thy truth resound;
Thy Word above all names renown'd.

Thou heard'st me when to Thee I cried,
When danger charg'd on ev'ry side,
By Thee confirm'd and fortified.

All those who awful sceptres bear,
When they of Thy performance hear,
Shall worship Thee with reverend fear.

They shall His truth and mercy praise,
Who all the world with justice sways,
Whose wonders adoration raise.

Although enthron'd above the skies,
He on the lowly casts His eyes,
But doth the insolent despise.

Though storms of troubles me enclose,
Yet Thou shalt save me from my foes,
And raise me in their overthrows.

For God His promise will effect,
The faithful faithfully protect,
Nor ever His own choice reject.
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