For from thine eyes cut off I am, I in my haste had said; My voice yet heard'st thou, when to thee with cries my moan I made.
I said, when I was in my haste, that all men liars be.
The dreadful fierceness of thy wrath quite over me doth go: Thy terrors great have cut me off, they did pursue me so.
God hath my supplication heard, My pray'r received graciously
Let me not be asham'd, O Lord, for on thee call'd I have: Let wicked men be sham'd, let them be silent in the grave.
Thy wondrous loving-kindness show, thou that, by thy right hand, Sav'st them that trust in thee from those that up against them stand.
O let the Lord, our gracious God, for ever blessed be, Who turned not my pray'r from him, nor yet his grace from me.