Lord, in Thee am I con­fid­ing;
Thou wilt an­swer when I call,
Lest my foes, the good de­rid­ing,
Triumph in Thy ser­vant’s fall.

I am prone to halt and stum­ble,
Grief and sor­row dwell with­in,
Shame and guilt my spir­it hum­ble,
I am sor­ry for my sin.

Foes about my soul are clos­ing,
Full of hat­red, false and strong;
Choosing good, I find op­pos­ing
All who love and do the wrong.

Lord, my God, do not for­sake me,
Let me know that Thou art near,
Under Thy pro­tect­ion take me,
As my Sav­ior now ap­pear.