My soul is bowed down: they have dug a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves.@Psalm 57:6

From The Psalter (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania: United Presbyterian Board of Publication, 1912), number 155.

Church Triumphant James W. Elliott, 1874 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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.