Show Your Mercies, Lord, to Me

Show Your mercies, Lord, to me;
For my soul to You would flee.
From my trouble, refuge bring
In the shadow of Your wing,
In the shadow of Your wing.

I call out to God Most High,
Who works all His wise design.
He, from heaven, hearing me,
Saves me from the enemy,
Saves me from the enemy.

In the lion's den I wait;
They would slay me in their hate.
They destroy me with their words,
With their tongues as sharpened swords,
With their tongues as sharpened swords.

Let Your glory and Your worth,
Lord, be praised in all the earth.
Deadly snares all meant for me
Have consumed my enemy,
Have consumed my enemy.

Let my heart, unwav'ring, sing
Praises to my God, my King!
Rise, my glory, harp and lyre,
Wake the dawn with morning fire,
Wake the dawn with morning fire!

With the nations, these the cries:
"Lord, Your mercies fill the skies!"
Let this joyful song be raised
From the earth in grateful praise,
From the earth in grateful praise!

Words: © 2018 David P. Regier. Used by permission.
Music: Public domain

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