Make haste, O my God,
To de­li­ver, I pray,
O Lord, to my res­cue make haste;
Let those who would harm me be filled with dis­may,
And in their own fol­ly dis­graced.

Let them be turned back
In con­fu­sion, O Lord,
Who in my de­struct­ion would joy;
Let shame and de­feat be their on­ly reward,
Who sneers and de­ri­sion em­ploy.

May all those who seek Thee,
And make Thee their choice,
Great glad­ness and bless­ed­ness see;
May all those who love Thy sal­va­tion re­joice
And con­stant­ly mag­ni­fy Thee.

I cry in deep need
And Thy help I im­plore;
Make haste to the res­cue, I pray;
My Sav­ior Thou art, and my strength ev­er­more,
No long­er Thy com­ing de­lay.