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!