Lord , protect me by Thy pow'r
From such as would my life devour,
Who merciless
Strive to oppress,
Nor grant me truce one hour.

That would devour me ev'ry day,
And make my chased life their prey.
Yet, Lord, will I
On Thee rely,
When dangers most dismay.

Thy promise I will celebrate,
In constant hope Thy pleasure wait,
With patience bear
Thy stay: nor fear
Frail man, or his vain hate.

My words and deeds they daily wrest,
And in their thoughts my fall digest;
Unite in ill,
And lurk to kill;
My feet can find no rest.

O shall they with impunity
Escape, and thus their sins enjoy?
Let death Thy rage
Alone assuage,
Them in their guilt destroy.

My wand'rings Thou hast numbered,
Ev'n ev'ry tear mine eyes have shed
Thy vial holds,
All in the folds
Of Thy large volume read.

Assur'd that, when on God I call,
My foes shall by His fury fall,
His promise I
Will magnify,
His truth divulge to all.

To Him my ready vows will pay,
My vows of thanks, both night and day,
In Whom I trust;
Nor shall th' unjust
My stedfast hopes dismay.

For He hath snatch'd me from the night
Of death, and kept my foot upright,
That I may still
Observe His will,
And see the cheerful light.