O Lord my God, in thee do I my confidence repose: Save and deliver me from all my persecuting foes;
My times are wholly in thine hand: do thou deliver me From their hands that mine enemies and persecutors be.
Thou art my Father, he shall cry, thou art my God alone; And he shall say, Thou art the Rock of my salvation.
Then will I to God's altar go, to God my chiefest joy: Yea, God, my God, thy name to praise my harp I will employ.
Unto the man that wicked is his sorrows shall abound; But him that trusteth in the Lord mercy shall compass round.
That sing thy praise my glory may, and never silent be. O Lord my God, for evermore I will give thanks to thee.
O thou who art the Lord my God, I in distress to thee, With loud cries lifted up my voice, and thou hast healed me.
Judge me, O Lord, for I have walk'd in mine integrity: I trusted also in the Lord; slide therefore shall not I.
The Lord will light my candle so, that it shall shine full bright: The Lord my God will also make my darkness to be light.
My fortress is the Lord, My rock, and he that doth to me deliverance afford: My God, my strength, whom I will trust, a buckler unto me, The horn of my salvation, and my high tow'r, is he.
But I have all my confidence thy mercy set upon; My heart within me shall rejoice in thy salvation.
O Lord my God, consider well, and answer to me make: Mine eyes enlighten, lest the sleep of death me overtake:
I in the Lord do put my trust: how is it then that ye Say to my soul, Flee, as a bird, unto your mountain high?
Arise, O Lord; save me, my God; for thou my foes hast stroke All on the cheek-bone, and the teeth of wicked men hast broke.
O Lord, I trust in thee: My God, let me not be asham'd, nor foes triumph o'er me.