Though trou­bles great o’er­sha­dow me,
Thou art my re­fuge strong;
My mouth shall praise Thee all the day,
Thy hon­or be my song.

Cast me not off when hoa­ry age
Becomes my wea­ry lot,
And in the days of fail­ing strength
Do Thou for­sake me not.

My foes are strong and con­fi­dent,
For I to them ap­pear
As one for­sak­en by his God,
With none to help me near.

My God, be Thou not far from me,
Make haste to hear my call;
Ashamed, con­sumed be all my foes,
Dishonored let them fall.

But I will ev­er hope in Thee,
My cease­less praise is Thine;
I will de­clare Thy count­less deeds
Of truth and grace di­vine.

Yea, I will tell the migh­ty acts
Performed by God the Lord;
Thy right­eous­ness, and Thine alone,
With praise I will re­cord.

For from my ear­ly youth, O God,
By Thee have I been taught,
And faith­ful­ly have I de­clared
The won­ders Thou hast wrought.