I will sing a song of triumph,
sing to reassert the truth,
sing although unnumbered troubles
have beset me since my youth:
When the conflicts I encountered
left me wounded, scarred, and sore,
God the Righteous One was with me
to destroy the chains I bore.
Those who hate what God has chose:
in the end, how can they thrive?
Plants with neither earth nor moisture,
what can help them to survive?
Thoe who trust the Lord to save them
may they find, instead of shame,
kindness from the One they worship,
endless blessings in God's name.
