1 O Lord, my hope and con­fi­dence
Is placed in Thee alone;
O let Thy ser­vant ne­ver be
Into con­fu­sion thrown.

2 And let me, in Thy right­eous­ness,
From Thee de­liv­er­ance have;
Let me es­cape—in­cline Thine ear
Unto me, and me save.

3 Be Thou my dwell­ing-rock, to which
I ev­er may resort:
Thou gav’st com­mand­ment me to save,
Thou art my rock and fort.

4 Free me, my God, from wick­ed hands,
Hands cru­el and un­just:
For Thou, O Lord God, art my hope,
And from my youth my trust.

5 Thou from the womb didst hold me up;
Thou art the same that me
Out of my mother’s bow­els took;
I give my praise to Thee.

6 To many I a won­der am;
Thou art my re­fuge strong:
Filled let my mouth be with Thy praise
And hon­or all day long.

7 O do not cast me off, when aged,
And frail for all to see;
Lord, when my strength de­cay­èd is,
O, do not for­sake me.

8 For those that are mine ene­mies
Against me speak with hate;
Lo, they in coun­sel dark do plot
And for my soul lay wait.

9 They said, "God leaves him—now pur­sue
And take: none will him save."
Be Thou not far from me, my God:
Thy speedy help I crave.

10 Confound, con­sume them, that un­to
My soul are ene­mies:
Clothe them with guilt, remorse and shame
That do my hurt de­vise.

11 But I with e’er un­ceas­ing prayer
Will hope con­tin­ual­ly;
And yet with prais­es more and more
I will Thee mag­ni­fy.

12 Thy jus­tice and Thy pow­er to save
My mouth abroad shall show,
E’en all the day; for I there­of
The num­bers do not know.

13 And I will cons­tant­ly go on
In strength of God the Lord;
And Thine own righteous­ness, e’en Thine
Alone, I will re­cord.

14 For ev­en from my youth, O God,
By Thee I have been taught;
And hi­ther­to I have de­clared
The won­ders Thou hast wrought.

15 Now, Lord, O leave me not, when I
Old and gray-head­ed grow:
Till to this age Thy strength and pow­er
To all to come I show.

16 And Thy most per­fect righ­teous­ness
O Lord, is ve­ry high,
Who hast so great things done: O God,
Who is like un­to Thee?

17 Thou, Lord, who great ad­ver­si­ties,
And sore, to me didst show,
Shalt quick­en, and bring me again
From depths of earth be­low.

18 My great­ness and my power Thou wilt
Increase, and far ex­tend:
On ev­ery side, against all grief,
Thou wilt me com­fort send.

19 Thee, e’en Thy truth, I’ll al­so praise,
My God, with psal­te­ry:
Thou Ho­ly One of Is­ra­el,
With harp I’ll sing to Thee.

20 My lips shall much re­joice in Thee,
When I Thy prais­es sound;
My soul, which Thou re­deemèd hast,
In joy shall much abound.

21 My tongue Thy jus­tice shall pro­claim,
Continuing all day long;
For they con­found­ed are, and shamed,
That seek to do me wrong.