Lord, in Thee Am I Confiding

Lord

in Thee am I con­fid­ing;

Thou wilt an­swer when I call

Lest my foes

the good de­rid­ing

Triumph in Thy serv­ant’s fall.

I am prone to halt and stum­ble

Grief and sor­row dwell with­in

Shame and guilt my spir­it hum­ble

I am sor­ry for my sin.

Foes about my soul are clos­ing

Full of hat­red

false and strong;

Choosing good

I find op­pos­ing

All who love and do the wrong.

Lord

my God

do not for­sake me

Let me know that Thou art near

Under Thy pro­tect­ion take me

As my Sav­ior now ap­pear.