JUDGE me, O Lord, to Thee I fly,

JUDGE me, O Lord, to Thee I fly, New foes and fears my spirit try; Plead Thou my cause, my soul sustain, And let the wicked rage in vain.

The mourner's refuge, Lord, Thou art; Wilt Thou not take Thy suppliant's part? Wilt Thou desert, and lay me low, The scorn of each insulting foe?

Send forth Thy light and truth once more, To Thy blest house my steps restore: Again Thy presence let me see, And find my joy in praising Thee.

Arise, my soul, and praise Him now; The Lord is good, be faithful thou: His nature changes not like thine; Believe, and Boon His face will shine.