You prepare a table before me
In the presence of my foes
You lift me up above their schemes
Your power overflows
You make my enemies a footstool
You silence every lie
With You, I stand unshaken
As Your glory lifts me high
They gather round, but they will fall
No weapon formed shall stand
You raise my head in victory
By the strength of Your right hand
You turn my trials into triumph
My fears to firm resolve
You set my feet upon the rock
In You, all battles dissolve
No shadow dark can touch me
For You have gone before
With every step, I rise above
My victory, ever secure.
