The Cry of the Soul 215.

25.6.1989.

(Psalm 138/Psalm 57:2) for Tom

Thou hast saved and made me bold, and

made me valiant-hearted.

From Thy hand I can't be snatched, no

never we'll be parted.

I praise Thy name, I sing my psalms,

I call on thee Most High;

Come touch my life and make it burn;

this is my soul's deep cry.

I rest in Thee Thou dost fulfill

Thy purposes in me.

Thy works will not be left undone,

but all wrought perfectly.

All the concerns I have in hand

each one Thou shalt perform.

Lord, come and touch and burn and mold

till I to Thee conform.

I will give You thanks with all my heart;

I will sing praises to You before the gods.

I will bow down toward Your holy temple

And give thanks to Your name for Your lovingkindness and Your truth;

For You have magnified Your word according to all Your name.

On the day I called, You answered me;

You made me bold with strength in my soul.

All the kings of the earth will give thanks to You, O Lord,

When they have heard the words of Your mouth.

And they will sing of the ways of the Lord,

For great is the glory of the Lord.

For though the Lord is exalted,

Yet He regards the lowly,

But the haughty He knows from afar.

Though I walk in the midst of trouble, You will revive me;

You will stretch forth Your hand against the wrath of my enemies,

And Your right hand will save me.

The Lord will accomplish what concerns me;

Your lovingkindness, O Lord, is everlasting;

Do not forsake the works of Your hands.

Psalm 138

I will cry to God Most High,

To God who accomplishes all things for me.

Psalm 57:2