59Psalm 597 7. 7 7
I AM hated, Lord, by those
   Who Thy holy Truth despise;
Save me from my evil foes,
    Lord of hosts, arise, arise!
2  Thou my rock and my defence!
    Mighty tower unto Thy saints!
Thee I make my confidence,
    Thee I’ll trust, though nature faints.
3  Glad Thy mercies will I sing,
    All Thy power and love confess;
Thou hast been, O heavenly King,
    My safe refuge in distress!
4  Songs with every morning’s light,
    Lord, shall rise up to Thy throne;
All Thy saints shall praise Thy might,
    And Thy mercy shall make known.
William Allen, 1784-1868