Thou Art My Hope

1 O Lord, my hope and confidence
are placed alone in thee;
O never let thy servant then
put to confusion be.
2 And let me, in thy righteousness,
from thee deliverance have;
and set me free, 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
for thou art my rock and fort.
4 Free me, my God, from wicked hands,
hands cruel and unjust:
5 for thou, O Lord God, art my hope,
and from my youth my trust.

6 Thou from the womb didst hold me up;
thou didst me safely bring
out of my mother’s womb; and I
still praise to thee will sing.
7 To many I a wonder am;
thou art my refuge strong.
8 Filled let my mouth be with thy praise
and honour all day long.

9 O do not cast me off, when me
old age doth overtake;
and in the time of failing strength
do thou not me forsake.
10 For those that are mine enemies
against me speak with hate;
and they together counsel take
that for my soul lay wait.

11 They said, God leaves him; him pursue
and take: none will him save.
12 Be thou not far from me, my God:
thy speedy help I crave.
13 Confound, consume them, that unto
my soul are enemies:
clothed be they with reproach and shame
that do my hurt devise.


Source: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P71a