My heart re­joic­es in Thy name,
My God, my help, my trust;
Thou hast pre­served my face from shame,
Mine hon­or from the dust.

My life is spent with grief, I cried,
My years con­sumed in groans,
My strength de­cays, mine eyes are dried,
And sor­row wastes my bones.

Among mine ene­mies my name
Was a mere pro­verb grown,
While to my neigh­bors I became
Forgotten and un­known.

Slander and fear on eve­ry side
Seized and be­set me round
I to the throne of grace ap­plied,
And speedy res­cue found.

How great de­liv­er­ance Thou hast wrought
Before the sons of men!
The ly­ing lips to si­lence brought,
And made their boast­ings vain!

Thy child­ren from the strife of tongues
Shall Thy pa­vil­ion hide;
Guard them from in­fa­my and wrongs,
And crush the sons of pride.

Within Thy secret pre­sence, Lord,
Let me for ev­er dwell;
No fenc­èd ci­ty, walled and barred,
Secures a saint so well.