O Je­ho­vah, hear my words,
To my thoughts at­ten­tive be;
Hear my cry, my king, my God,
I will make my pray­er to Thee.
With the morn­ing light, O Lord,
Thou shalt hear my voice arise,
And ex­pect­ant I shall bring
Prayer as morn­ing sac­ri­fice.

Thou, Je­ho­vah, art a God
Who de­light­est not in sin;
Evil shall not dwell with Thee,
Nor the proud Thy fa­vor win.
Evil do­ers Thou dost hate,
Lying tongues Thou wilt de­feat,
God ab­hors the man who loves
Violence and base de­ceit.

In the full­ness of Thy grace
To Thy house I will re­pair;
Bowing toward Thy ho­ly place,
In Thy fear to wor­ship there.
Lead me in Thy right­eous­ness,
Let my foes as­sail in vain;
Lest my feet be turned aside,
Make Thy way be­fore me plain.

False and faith­less are my foes,
In their mouth no truth is found;
Deadly are the words they speak,
All their thoughts with sin abound.
Bring, O God, their plans to naught,
Hold them guil­ty in Thy sight,
For against Thee and Thy law
They have set them­selves to fight.

O let all that trust Thy care
Ever glad and joy­ful be;
Let them joy who love Thy name,
Safely guard­ed, Lord, by Thee.
For a bless­ing from Thy store
To the right­eous Thou wilt yield;
Thou wilt com­pass him about
With Thy fav­or as a shield.