My shield and hiding-place thou art: I on thy word rely.
Thou art my hiding-place, thou shalt from trouble keep me free: Thou with songs of deliverance about shalt compass me.
Yet thou my shield and glory art, th' uplifter of mine head.
My soul for thy salvation faints; yet I thy word believe.
So who thee fear shall joy to see me trusting in thy word.
For God the Lord's a sun and shield: he'll grace and glory give; And will withhold no good from them that uprightly do live.
I cry'd, and, from his holy hill, the Lord me answer made.
The word of truth out of my mouth take thou not utterly; For on thy judgments righteous my hope doth still rely.