O Lord, Be Thou My Helper True

O Lord

be Thou my help­er true

For just and god­ly men are few;

The faith­ful who can find?

From truth and wis­dom men de­part

With flat­ter­ing lips and dou­ble heart

They speak their ev­il mind.

The lips that speak

the truth to hide

The tongues of ar­ro­gance and pride

That boast­ful words em­ploy

False speak­ing tongues that boast their might

That own no law

that know no right

Jehovah will de­stroy.

Because the poor are sore op­pressed

Because the needy are dis­tressed

And bit­ter are their cries

The Lord will be their help­er strong;

To save them from con­tempt and wrong

Jehovah will arise.

Jehovah’s pro­mis­es are sure

His words are true

His words are pure

As sil­ver from the flame.

Though base men walk on ev­ery side

His saints are safe

what­e’er be­tide

Protected by His name.