Though Troubles Great O’ershadow Me

Though trou­bles great o’er­sha­dow me

Thou art my re­fuge strong;

My mouth shall praise Thee all the day

Thy hon­or be my song.

Cast me not off when hoa­ry age

Becomes my wea­ry lot

And in the days of fail­ing strength

Do Thou for­sake me not.

My foes are strong and con­fi­dent

For I to them ap­pear

As one for­sak­en by his God

With none to help me near.

My God

be Thou not far from me

Make haste to hear my call;

Ashamed

con­sumed be all my foes

Dishonored let them fall.

But I will ev­er hope in Thee

My cease­less praise is Thine;

I will de­clare Thy count­less deeds

Of truth and grace di­vine.

Yea

I will tell the migh­ty acts

Performed by God the Lord;

Thy right­eous­ness

and Thine alone

With praise I will re­cord.

For from my ear­ly youth

O God

By Thee have I been taught

And faith­ful­ly have I de­clared

The won­ders Thou hast wrought.