Since with my God with per­fect heart
I walk and make His Word my guide,
And from ini­qui­ty de­part,
The Lord His bless­ing will pro­vide.

The mer­ci­ful shall know Thy grace,
The per­fect Thy per­fect­ion see,
The pure shall see Thine own pure face,
The fro­ward find a foe in Thee.

To smite the proud and bring them low,
To save the poor is Thy de­light,
The Lord will cause my lamp to glow,
My God will make my dark­ness light.

From God the vic­to­ry I re­ceive;
Most per­fect is His ho­ly way;
His Word is tried, they who be­lieve
Will find the Lord their shield and stay.

For who is God, and strong to save,
Beside the Lord, our God of might?
’Tis He that makes me strong and brave,
The Lord who guides my steps aright.

Thy free sal­va­tion is my shield,
My sure de­fense in ev­ery strait;
Thy hand up­holds me, lest I yield;
Thy gen­tle­ness has made me great.