1. Judge me, O Lord, who only can
My Cause from cruel Men, defend;
From the deceitful, unjust Man,
O do thou me Deliv'rance send.
2. On Thee, O God, my Strength relies;
Why do'st thou cast me far away?
Oppress'd by cruel Enemies,
Why go I mourning, all the Day?

3. O, let thy Light, and Truth, appear;
Conduct my Steps, and be my Guide,
Unto thy holy Hill, and where
Thou, in thy Glory, do'st reside.
4. Then to thine Altars I'll repair,
To God, my most exceeding Joy;
To Thee, O God, my God, I'll there,
In Songs of Praise, my Harp employ.

5. Why so cast down, my Soul, and why?
So restless, in thy frail Abode ?
Trust God; for praise him yet shall I,
Who's my Deliv'rer, and my God.