John Brownlie (trans.) · 90 of 130

XXII: Thou art my strength, O God my Lord

Thou art my strength, O God my Lord, Weak is my arm, and faint my heart; Thou dost inspire me by Thy word, And to my life Thy power impart.

The might of evil bars the way, And towering ramparts threatening frown; Then sinks my heart in sore dismay, Then fall my arms in weakness down.

Shorn of my strength I lift my cry, But God in pity hears my plaint; And lo, the promised help is nigh,-- His power is given to the faint.

This I have found, Thou dost not fail; No pleading eye looks up in vain; Though weak my arm, I must prevail, If Thou, O Lord, my strength remain.