For thou, O Lord God, art my hope, and from my youth my trust.
And now, O Lord, what wait I for? my hope is fix'd on thee.
For even from my youth, O God, by thee I have been taught; And hitherto I have declar'd the wonders thou hast wrought.
My soul for thy salvation faints; yet I thy word believe.
I hop'd for thy salvation, Lord, and thy commands have done.
But I have all my confidence thy mercy set upon; My heart within me shall rejoice in thy salvation.
O why art thou cast down, my soul? why, thus with grief opprest, Art thou disquieted in me? in God still hope and rest: For yet I know I shall him praise, who graciously to me The health is of my countenance, yea, mine own God is he.