I AM hated, Lord, by those Who Thy holy Truth despise; Save me from my evil foes, Lord of hosts, arise, arise!
Thou my rock and my defence! Mighty tower unto Thy saints! Thee I make my confidence, Thee I’ll trust, though nature faints.
Glad Thy mercies will I sing, All Thy power and love confess; Thou hast been, O heavenly King, My safe refuge in distress!
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