1 Lord, I lift my soul to thee,
O my God, I trust thy might;
let not foes exult o'er me,
shame me not before their sight.
Yea, may none be put to shame,
none who wait for thee to bless;
but dishonored be their name
who without a cause transgress.

2 Lord, to me thy ways make known,
guide in truth and teach thou me;
thou my Savior art alone,
all the day I wait for thee.
Lord, remember in thy love
all thy mercies manifold,
tender mercies from above,
changeless from the days of old.

3 Sins of youth remember not,
nor my trespasses record;
let not mercy be forgot,
for thy goodness' sake, O Lord.
Just and good the Lord abides,
he his way will sinners show,
he the meek in justice guides,
making them his way to know.