I am hated, Lord, by those
Who Thy holy truth despise;
Save me from my wicked foes,
Lord of hosts, arise, arise!
Thou’rt my rock and my defense;
Thou a tower unto Thy saints;
Thee I make my confidence,
Thee I’ll trust, though nature faints.
Glad Thy mercies will I sing,
All Thy power and love confess;
Thou hast been, O heavenly King,
My safe refuge in distress!
Songs with every morning’s light,
Lord, shall rise up to Thy throne;
All Thy saints shall praise Thy might,
And Thy mercy shall make known.