In Thee, O Lord, I put my trust,
I call up­on Thy name;
O save me in Thy right­eous­ness,
Nor let me suf­fer shame.

Bow down Thine ear to my re­quest,
And swift de­liv­er­ance send;
Be Thou to me a rock of strength,
A fort­ress to defend.

Since Thou my rock and fort­ress art,
My lead­er be, and guide;
From all temp­ta­tion res­cue me,
Thou dost my strength abide.

To Thee my spir­it I com­mend;
Redemption is with Thee,
O Thou Je­ho­vah, God of truth,
Who hast de­liv­ered me.

I hate all those that love the false,
My trust is in the Lord;
I will be glad, and joy­ful­ly
Thy me­rcy will re­cord.

For my af­flict­ion Thou hast seen,
And known my ma­ny woes;
Thou hast not let me be en­slaved,
But freed me from my foes.

Show mer­cy, Lord, to me dis­tressed,
And send my soul re­lief;
My life is spent with bit­ter­ness,
My strength con­sumed with grief.

My life has ag­èd grown with woe,
With sighs my years de­cay;
Mine eye is worn for ve­ry grief:
I pine and waste away.

My foes have made me a re­proach,
My state my neig­hbors see;
My friends, ap­palled at mine ap­proach,
Turn them about and flee.

For I have heard de­fam­ing tongues,
And marked the ter­ror rife,
When all in league de­li­ber­ate
To take away my life.

But, Lord, in Thee is all my trust,
Thou art my God, I cried;
My life, my times are in Thy hand,
I in Thy strength abide.