When pain and ang­uish seize me, Lord,
All my sup­port is from Thy Word:
My soul dis­solves for hea­vi­ness;
Uphold me with Thy strength­en­ing grace.

The proud have framed their scoffs and lies,
They watch my feet with en­vi­ous eyes,
And tempt my soul to snares and sin,
Yet Thy com­mands I ne’er de­cline.

They hate me, Lord, with­out a cause,
They hate to see me love Thy laws;
But I will trust and fear Thy name,
Till pride and ma­lice die with shame.