1 O God, be merciful to me,
My soul for refuge comes to Thee;
Beneath Thy wings I safe will stay
Until these troubles pass away.

2 To God most High shall rise my prayer,
To God Who makes my wants His care;
From heav'n He will salvation send,
And me from ev'ry foe defend.

3 Great foes and fierce my soul alarm,
Inflamed with rage and strong to harm,
But God, from heav'n His dwelling-place,
Will rescue me with truth and grace.

4 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.