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O Pity Me, Be Gracious God
Psalm 57
Dwight Armstrong

O pity me, be gracious God, For it is You my soul does seek;
My refuge rests under Your wings, Till all danger passes.
I call to God, to the Most High, Who fulfills His purpose.
He will send help from heav'n above; Put to shame all who slander.

God will send forth His steadfast love; His loving kindness and His truth;
O'er all the earth His glory shines, High above the heavens!
My life must be mid sons of men Whose tongues use sharp swords;
They set a net for my own life; But instead they have fallen.

My heart is steadfast, O my God; Steadfast and confident in You;
Praise will I sing, make melody, On the harp and the lyre!
My soul, awake, give thanks to God; sing His praise to all nations!
For His great love soars to the heav'ns; Great is He and exalted!