1 In the fulness of Thy grace
To Thy house I will repair;
Bowing tow'rd thy holy place,
In Thy fear to worship there.
Lead me in thy righteousness,
Let my foes assail in vain;
Lest my feet be turned aside,
Make Thy way before me plain.

2 False and faithless are my foes,
In their mouth no truth is found;
Deadly are the words they speak,
All their tho'ts with sin abound.
Bring, O God, their plans to nought,
Hold them guilty in thy sight,
For against Thee and thy law
They have set themselves to fight.

3 O let all that trust Thy care
Ever glad and joyful be;
Let them joy who love Thy Name,
Safely guarded, Lord, by Thee.
For a blessing from Thy store
To the righteous Thou wilt yield;
Thou wilt compass him about
With Thy favor as a shield.