1 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.
2 Sin and the powers of hell Persuade me to despair; Lord, make me know thy covenant well, That I may 'scape the snare.
3 From the first dawning light Till the dark evening rise, For thy salvation, Lord, I wait With ever-longing eyes.
4 Remember all thy grace, And lead me in thy truth; Forgive the sins of riper days, And follies of my youth.
5 The Lord is just and kind, The meek shall learn his ways; And every humble sinner find The methods of his grace.
6 For his own goodness' sake He saves my soul from shame; He pardons (tho' my guilt be great) Thro' my Redeemer's name.