1. Have Pity, upon me, O God,
For Men would me devour;
He daily driving for my Hurt,
Oppresses me with Pow'r.
2. My watchful Foes do, ev'ry Day,
To swallow me, devise.
For they are many, O Most-high,
That up against me rise.

3. When I'm afraid, I'll trust in Thee.
4. In God I'll praise his Word;
Nor fear what Flesh can do to me,
For I trust in the Lord.
5, Each Day, they wrest my Words to speak,
A Sense I never meant;
And, my Destruction to contrive,
Their Thoughts are wholly bent.

6. They meet together, and consult,
And secretly debate;
They strictly all my Actions watch,
While for my Soul they wait.
7. Shall they, by all their Wickedness,
Escape thy dreadful Frown;
O God, in thy just Anger, cast,
This wicked People down.

8. Thou number'st all the wandring Steps,
From Place, to Place, I've took;
Are not my Tears all safe preserv'd,
And entred in thy Book?
9. When'er I cry, my Foes shall flee,
I know; for God's mine Aid.
10. In God, the Lord, I'll praise his Word,
On which my Hopes are stay'd.

11. In God I trust; and will not fear
What Man can do to me.
12. Thy Vows are upon me, O God,
I'll render Praise to Thee.
13. Thou, who hast sav'd my Soul from Death,
My Feet from Falls defend;
That I may live, and all my Days
In thy bless'd Service spend.