O Lord, be Thou my help­er true,
For just and god­ly men are few;
The faith­ful who can find?
From truth and wis­dom men de­part,
With flat­ter­ing lips and dou­ble heart,
They speak their ev­il mind.

The lips that speak, the truth to hide,
The tongues of ar­ro­gance and pride,
That boast­ful words em­ploy,
False speak­ing tongues that boast their might,
That own no law, that know no right,
Jehovah will de­stroy.

Because the poor are sore op­pressed,
Because the needy are dis­tressed,
And bit­ter are their cries,
The Lord will be their help­er strong;
To save them from con­tempt and wrong
Jehovah will arise.

Jehovah’s pro­mis­es are sure,
His words are true, His words are pure
As sil­ver from the flame.
Though base men walk on ev­ery side,
His saints are safe, what­e’er be­tide,
Protected by His name.