O Lord, with vengeance clad Most awful thou art seen! Yet blessed when most sad...

O Lord, with vengeance clad Most awful thou art seen! Yet blessed when most sad Our chastened souls have been; For we have hope to rest in joy, When all thy foes thou shalt destroy.

The Lord will not forsake Nor cast the souls away, Who his salvation make Their refuge and their stay; But though they mourn awhile, his voice Shall bid his faithful ones rejoice.

Had not thy help been nigh, O Lord, my soul had died; Thy mercy doth supply Strength when my footsteps slide: With many a gloomy care oppressed, I sought thy comforts, and found rest.

A sure defence in thee I never fail to find; The tower to which I flee When fears distract my mind: Thy goodness, Lord, shall still defend, And guide me to my journey's end.