In Thee, O Lord, do I put my trust; let me never be ashamed: deliver me in Thy righteousness. Psalm 31;1
Words: Adam Reissner, 1533 (In dich hab’ ich gehoffet, Herr). Translated from German to English by Catherine Winkworth, The Chorale Book for England (London: Longman, Green, Longman, Roberts & Green, 1863), number 120.
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In Thee, Lord, have I put my trust,
Leave me not helpless in the dust,
Let not my hope be brought to shame,
But still sustain, through want and pain,
My faith that Thou art aye the same.
Incline a gracious ear to me,
And hear the prayers I raise to Thee,
Show forth Thy power and haste to save!
For woes and fear surround me here,
Oh swiftly send the help I crave!
My God and shield, now let Thy power
Be unto me a mighty tower,
Whence I may freely, bravely fight
Against the foes that round me close
For fierce are they and great their might.
Thy Word hath said, Thou art my rock,
The stronghold that can fear no shock,
My help, my safety, and my life,
Howe’er distress and dangers press;
What then shall daunt me in the strife?
The world for me hath falsely set
Full many a secret snare and net,
Dark lies, delusions sweet and vain;
Lord, hear my prayers, and break these snares,
And make my path before me plain.
With Thee, Lord, would I cast my lot;
My God, my God, forsake me not,
O faithful God, for I commend
My soul to Thee; deliver me
Both now, and when this life must end.