THEY hate me, Lord, without a cause,

Lord, when my spirit takes its fill Of some good word of Thine, No mighty men that share the spoil Have joy compared to mine.

Hour after hour I lift my prayers, And pay my thanks to Thee, For Thy great hand o’er my affairs, And kindness, Lord, to me.

Great is their peace who love Thy law, How firm their souls abide! Nor shall a great temptation draw Their strengthened hearts aside.

O Lord, I long, I hope, I wait, For Thine appearing still; Thy Word is ever my delight, And to obey Thy will!