In full as­sur­ance of Thy grace
To Thee my pray­ers as­cend
In Thine ab­ound­ing love and truth,
O God, sal­va­tion send.

Preserve my sink­ing soul, I pray,
From tides of hat­red save;
Let not the wa­ters ov­er­flow,
Redeem me from the grave.

Because Thy mer­cy, Lord, is good,
O an­swer me in grace,
And in the rich­es of Thy love
O turn to me Thy face.

Hide not Thy face from my di­stress,
A speedy an­swer send;
Draw near to me, my soul re­deem,
From all my foes de­fend.

Well known to Thee is my re­proach,
My shame and my dis­grace,
The ad­ver­sar­ies of my soul
Are all be­fore Thy face.

My heart is brok­en by re­proach,
My soul is full of grief;
I looked in vain for com­fort­ers,
For pi­ty and re­lief.

They gave me bit­ter gall for food,
And taunt­ing words they spake,
They gave me vi­ne­gar to drink,
My burn­ing thirst to slake.

Their peace and plen­ty be their snare,
In blind­ness let them grope;
Thine in­dig­na­tion on them pour,
And de­so­late their hope.

Because they proud­ly per­se­cute
Those whom Thou, Lord, dost smite,
Let them be blot­ted from Thy book
And ban­ished from Thy sight.