Be merciful; beneath Your wings I shelter Until the storm of ruin passes by. I call to God Most High, who works His purpose; He sends His truth and mercy from the sky. Be exalted, God, above the heavens; Let Your glory cover all the earth. Though a net was hidden for my footsteps, Those who dug the pit have fallen first. My heart is fixed; my heart will sing Your praises. Awake, my glory, harp and strings arise. I will awaken dawn with grateful music And praise You among nations far and wide. For Your mercy reaches to the heavens, And Your truth extends beyond the clouds. Be exalted, God, above the heavens; Let Your glory cover all the earth.