How blest the man who thought­ful­ly
The poor and weak be­friends;
Deliverance in the ev­il day
To him Je­ho­vah sends.
The Lord will keep him, guard his life,
On earth he shall be blest;
The Lord will not sur­ren­der him
By foes to be dis­tressed.

Upon the bed of suf­fer­ing
Jehovah will sus­tain,
And in his sick­ness God will soothe
The wea­ri­ness and pain.
O Lord, to Thee my cry as­cends,
Let me Thy mer­cy see;
Heal Thou my soul, for I have sinned,
I have of­fend­ed Thee.

My ene­mies against me speak,
And they my life have scorned;
They wish my name to pass away,
Unhonored and un­mourned.
My foe, de­ceit­ful, vi­sits me,
By seem­ing kind­ness led,
His heart in­tent on ga­thering
Some hurt­ful news to spread.

My foes, to­ge­ther whis­per­ing,
Their ev­il plans dev­ise;
Disease, they say, cleaves fast to him,
Laid low, he shall not rise.
Yea, he who was my chos­en friend,
In whom I put my trust,
Who ate my bread, now turns in wrath
To crush me in the dust.

Do Thou, Je­ho­vah, show me grace,
And raise me up again,
That I with jus­tice may re­quite
These base and wick­ed men.
By this I know as­sur­ed­ly
That I am loved by Thee,
Because my foe does not ex­ult
In tri­umph over me.

And as for me, in up­right­ness
Thou dost up­hold me well,
And set­test me be­fore Thy face
Forevermore to dwell.
Blest be Je­ho­vah, Is­ra­el’s God
Forevermore. Amen.
Let age to age eter­nal­ly
Repeat His praise. Amen.