Protect and save me, O my God,
From foes that seek my life,
And set me high, secure, above
The ris­ing tide of strife.

The work­ers of ini­qui­ty
Against me lie in wait;
Though I am in­no­cent, O Lord,
They ga­ther in their hate.

Behold their wick­ed­ness, O Lord,
To help me, O awake;
Lord God of hosts, Thou, Is­ra­el’s God,
Arise, and ven­geance take.

My ene­mies with dead­ly rage
Renew their fierce at­tack;
They think the Lord will not re­gard,
But Thou wilt turn them back.

O God, my strength, on Thee I wait,
To Thee for re­fuge flee;
My God with mer­cy will de­fend,
Triumphant I shall be.

O God, our shield, let wick­ed­ness
And pride be put to shame,
Till all shall know that Thou dost rule
And all shall fear Thy name.

Let wick­ed­ness that raged in power
Now rage in im­po­tence;
But I will glo­ry in Thy strength,
My re­fuge and de­fense.

When all the night of woe is past
And morn­ing dawns at length,
Then I shall praise Thy grace, O God,
My re­fuge and my strength.

To Thee, O God most mer­ci­ful,
My thank­ful song I raise;
My might, my strong, se­cure abode,
I will pro­claim Thy praise.