My greatness and my pow'r thou wilt increase, and far extend: On ev'ry side against all grief thou wilt me comfort send.
Shew me a sign for good, that they which do me hate may see, And be asham'd; because thou, Lord, didst help and comfort me.
Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, yet will I fear none ill: For thou art with me; and thy rod and staff me comfort still.
Unto the man that wicked is his sorrows shall abound; But him that trusteth in the Lord mercy shall compass round.
The shield of thy salvation thou didst on me bestow: Thy right hand held me up, and great thy kindness made me grow.
Yea, all the mighty kings on earth before him down shall fall; And all the nations of the world do service to him shall.