God of grace I trust in you when / enemies oppress
All day long they trample, so Lord / hear this, my request
O most High I look to you when / ever I’m afraid
There is nothing flesh can do; it’s / your way that I’ll praise.
Everything they think and do is / meant to bring me strife.
So repay them for their crimes, God / take their very life.
All my tears are in your bottle, / deeds are in your book.
When I call you’ll come and those op / posed will sure be shook.
You have kept my feet from falling / and my soul from death
I will pay my vows to you, give / praise with ev’ry breath.
Source: Psalm 56
Text: © David Alexander, 2020
Tune: Geneva (Lowden)