The Lord up­holds the fal­ter­ing feet
And makes the weak se­cure­ly stand;
The bur­dened ones, bowed down with grief,
Are helped by His most gra­cious hand.
The eyes of all up­on Thee wait,
By Thee their wants are all sup­plied;
Thine op­en hand is boun­ti­ful,
And ev­ery soul is sa­tis­fied.

The Lord is just in all His ways,
In all His works the Lord is kind,
And all that call on Him in truth
In Him a pre­sent help­er find.
He will ful­fill the heart’s de­sire
Of those that fear Him and ob­ey;
Their cry the Lord will sure­ly hear,
And He will save them when they pray.

His great sal­va­tion they shall know
Who love the Lord’s most ho­ly name;
The wick­ed He will ov­er­throw
And put His ene­mies to shame.
My mouth shall speak the glo­ri­ous praise
Of Him whom Hea­ven and earth ad­ore;
Let all ex­alt His ho­ly name
Forever and for­ev­er­more.