O Lord, my rock, to you I cry
when others will not hear;
to you I lift my hands on high -
your arms are always near, O Lord,
your arms are always near.
I grieve for those who keep fine friends
but harbor Godless schemes;
who use your works for worthless ends,
to squander on their dreams, O Lord,
to squander on their dreams.
Yet praise the Lord, who comes at length,
who comes to right the wrong:
to you our shepherd and our strength
be praise in joyful song, O Lord,
be praise in joyful song!