Jehovah is my light, And my salvation he

1 Jehovah is my light,
and my salvation he,
who then shall me affright?
The Lord is unto me
my life's sure stronghold, ever near,
of whom then shall I stand in fear?

2 When wicked men, my foes
an adversaries all,
to eat my flesh arose,
they stumbled and did fall.
Though hosts surround, I will not quail,
in this I trust, though war assail.

3 For one thing did I pray,
this I'll seek to obtain,
that all my life I may
in the Lord's house remain;
Jehovah's beauty to admire,
and in his temple to inquire.

4 Within his tent he will
me hide in evil days,
me in his tent conceal,
and on a rock me raise.
And now my hear shall lifted be
above my foes that compass me.

5 Into his courts with joy
I'll sacrifices bring;
songs shall my lips employ,
praise to the Lord I'll sing.
Lord, hear me when I cry to thee;
on me have mercy, answer me.

6 Thou saidst, Seek ye my face;
then did my heart reply,
In thine abundant grace,
thy face, Lord, seek will I.
In wrath hide not thy face from me,
nor put thy servant far from thee.

7 My help of old art thou,
to thee I me betake;
O God, my Saviour, now
leave me not, nor forsake.
When father, mother, both me leave,
the Lord himself will me receive.

8 Teach me, O Lord, thy way;
me in a plain path guide,
for foes my steps survey:
me give not to their pride:
for false accusers 'gainst me rise,
and such as breathe out cruelties.

9 I fainted had unless
I had believed to see
the Lord's own graciousness
'mong them that living be.
Wait on the Lord; be strong of heart;
yea, wait, and he shall strength impart.


Source: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P27d