In Full Assurance of Thy Grace

In full as­sur­ance of Thy grace

To Thee my pray­ers as­cend

In Thine ab­ound­ing love and truth

O God

sal­va­tion send.

Preserve my sink­ing soul

I pray

From tides of hat­red save;

Let not the wa­ters ov­er­flow

Redeem me from the grave.

Because Thy mer­cy

Lord

is good

O an­swer me in grace

And in the rich­es of Thy love

O turn to me Thy face.

Hide not Thy face from my di­stress

A speedy an­swer send;

Draw near to me

my soul re­deem

From all my foes de­fend.

Well known to Thee is my re­proach

My shame and my dis­grace

The ad­ver­sar­ies of my soul

Are all be­fore Thy face.

My heart is brok­en by re­proach

My soul is full of grief;

I looked in vain for com­fort­ers

For pi­ty and re­lief.

They gave me bit­ter gall for food

And taunt­ing words they spake

They gave me vi­ne­gar to drink

My burn­ing thirst to slake.

Their peace and plen­ty be their snare

In blind­ness let them grope;

Thine in­dig­na­tion on them pour

And de­so­late their hope.

Because they proud­ly per­se­cute

Those whom Thou

Lord

dost smite

Let them be blot­ted from Thy book

And ban­ished from Thy sight.