I AM hated, Lord, by those

I AM hated, Lord, by those Save me from my wicked foes, Lord of hosts, arise, arise!

Thou'rt my rock and my defence; Thou a tower unto Thy saints; Thee I make my confidence, Thee I'll trust, though nature faints.

Glad Thy mercies will I sing, All Thy power and love confess; Thou hast been, O heavenly King, My safe refuge in distress!

Songs with every morning's light, Lord, shall rise up to Thy throne; All Thy saints shall praise Thy might, And Thy mercy shall make known. William Allen,