1 To thee I lift my soul;
O Lord, I trust in thee:
my God, let me not be ashamed,
nor foes exult o’er me.
Yea, none that wait on thee
shall be ashamed at all;
But those that wantonly transgress,
upon them shame shall fall.
2 Show me thy ways, O Lord;
thy paths O teach thou me:
and do thou lead me in thy truth,
therein my teacher be:
for thou art God that dost
to me salvation send,
and I upon thee all the day
expecting do attend.
3 Thy tender mercies, Lord,
to mind do thou recall,
and loving-kindnesses, for they
have been through ages all.
My sins of youth, my faults
do thou, O Lord, forget:
in loving-kindness think on me,
and for thy goodness great.
