Judge me, God of my sal­va­tion,
Plead my cause, for Thee I trust;
Hear my ear­nest sup­pli­ca­tion,
Save me from my foes un­just;
O my soul, why art thou griev­ing?
What dis­qui­ets and dis­mays?
Hope in God; His help re­ceiv­ing,
I shall yet my Sav­ior praise.

On Thy strength alone re­ly­ing,
Why am I cast off by Thee
In the sor­row of my heart,
While the foe op­press­es me?
Light and truth, my way at­tend­ing,
Send Thou forth to be my guide,
Till Thy ho­ly mount as­cend­ing,
I with­in Thy house abide.

At Thy sac­red al­tar bend­ing,
God, my God, my bound­less joy,
Harp and voice, in wor­ship blend­ing,
For Thy praise will I em­ploy.
O my soul, why art thou griev­ing?
What dis­qui­ets and dis­mays?
Hope in God; His help re­ceiv­ing,
I shall yet my Sav­ior praise.