Deliver me, O Lord, from evil men;
Preserve me from violent men
Deliver me, O Lord, from evil men;
Preserve me from violent men
‘Twas from thy hand, my God, I came,
A work of such a curious frame
In me thy fearful wonders shine,
And each proclaims thy skill divine
I will praise You, for [g]I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well.
To God I cried when troubles rose;
He heard me, and subdued my foes;
He did my rising fears control,
And strength diffused through all my soul.
By the rivers of Babylon,
There we sat down, yea, we wept
When we remembered Zion
Give thanks to God the sovereign Lord;
His mercies still endure;
And be the King of kings adored;
His truth is ever sure.
Oh, give thanks to the God of heaven!
For His mercy endures forever
Praise the Lord because he is so good; sing to his wonderful name.
Let us go to the sanctuary of the Lord;
let us worship at the footstool of his throne.
I charge my thoughts, be humble still,
And all my carriage mild;
Content, my Father, with thy will,
And quiet as a child.
I have calmed and quieted myself,
like a weaned child who no longer cries for its mother’s milk.
Yes, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
Thus shall the men that hate the saints
Be blasted from the sky;
Their glory fades, their courage faints
And all their projects die.