I lift my soul to God,
My trust is in His name:
Let not my foes that seek my blood
Still tri­umph in my shame.

Sin and the pow­ers of hell,
Persuade me to des­pair:
Lord, make me know Thy co­ve­nant well,
That I may ’scape the snare.

From the first dawn­ing light
Till the dark ev­en­ing rise,
For Thy sal­va­tion, Lord, I wait
With ev­er long­ing eyes.

Remember all Thy grace,
And lead me in Thy truth;
Forgive the sins of rip­er days,
And foll­ies of my youth.

The Lord is just and kind,
The meek shall learn His ways,
And ev­ery hum­ble sin­ner find
The me­thods of His grace.

For His own good­ness’ sake
He saves my soul from shame:
He par­dons, though my guilt be great,
Through my Re­deem­er’s name.