1 Thou art, O Lord, my strength and stay,
the succour which I crave;
Neglect me not, lest I be like
them that are laid in grave.

2 My voice and supplications hear,
when unto thee I cry,
When I lift up my hands unto
thy holy ark most high.

3 Repute me not among those men
in sin that take their fill,
That speak right fair unto their friends,
but think in heart full ill.

4 According to those wicked deeds
which they did most regard,
And after their inventions, Lord,
let them receive reward.

5 Because they never mind the works
of God, he will therefore,
Instead of building of them up,
destroy them evermore.

6 To render thanks unto the Lord,
how great a cause have I,
My voice, my pray'r, and my complaint,
that heard so willingly!

7 He is my shield and fortitude,
my buckler in distress;
My heart rejoiceth greatly, and
my song shall him confess.

8 He is our strength and our defence,
our foes for to resist,
The health and the salvation of
his own elect by Christ.

9 Thy people and thy heritage,
Lord, bless, guide, and preserve;
Increase them, Lord, and rule their hearts,
that they may never swerve.