1 Lord, in Thee am I confiding;
Thou wilt answer when I call,
Lest my foes, the good deriding,
Triumph in Thy servant's fall.

2 I am prone to halt and stumble,
Grief and sorrow dwell within,
Shame and guilt my spirit humble,
I am sorry for my sin.

3 Foes about my soul are closing,
Full of hatred, false and strong;
Choosing good, I find opposing
All who love and do the wrong.

4 Lord, my God, do not forsake me,
Let me know that Thou art near,
Under Thy protection take me,
As my Saviour now appear.