1.
Lord! to my wants thy ear incline;
Behold me, as with grief I pine;
My hope confirm, and guard from ill
A soul subjected to thy Will.
2.
From rising to declining day
To Thee with fervent lip I pray;
Propitious, to thy servant's heart
Thy chearing influence impart:
3.
To Thee, to Thee I vent my care;
I know thee, Lord, nor slow to spare,
Nor weak to vindicate from harm
The Souls with pure devotion warm.
4.
My days with sorrow clouded o'er,
Thy wonted succours I implore:
Regard me, gracious; nor forbear
The voice of my request to hear.
5.
What pow'r, great God, shall boast a name
Like Thine; like Thee our homage claim?
Or who, among the seats divine,
Display such wond'rous Works as thine?
6.
Behold, their Maker taught to own,
Earth's future Sons before thy Throne
In Sion suppliant kneel, and raise
To Israel 's God their joyful Lays.
7.
Eternal Excellence! Thy hand
At will shall Nature's pow'rs command;
Thy wonders, through her confines wide,
She speaks, nor owns a God beside.
8.
O give me, Lord, thy paths to tread,
And, while thy Truth my steps shall lead,
(The faithful Guide by Thee assign'd,)
Train to thy fear my willing mind.
9.
My heart, by sacred zeal impell'd,
To Thee the grateful song shall yield;
My Tongue, the witness of thy Fame,
Thy boundless Glory shall proclaim.
10.
Long as I breathe the vital air
Thy Love my loudest praise shall share,
Whose aid my soul with health has crown'd,
And snatch'd me from the pit profound.
11.
Thou seest, my God, the Sons of Pride,
In leagues of violence allied,
(Thy fear behind them thrown) my way
Surround, and mark me for their prey:
12.
But well my great Preserver knows
To weigh and to relieve my woes;
Sustain'd by his Almighty aid,
What danger can my Soul invade?
13.
Long is thy patience, slow thine ire;
Eternal Mercy, mightiest Sire,
Thy word (on that my trust I build;)
And unrepenting Truth have seal'd.
14.
My griefs with tend'rest pity view,
With strength thy Servant's heart renew,
And instant from th' expecting grave
The Offspring of thy Handmaid save.
15.
O grant me, Lord, some fav'ring sign,
Some pledge that may bespeak me Thine,
That, stung with shame, my foes may see
What Aid, what Bliss, I boast in Thee.
Lord! to my wants thy ear incline;
Behold me, as with grief I pine;
My hope confirm, and guard from ill
A soul subjected to thy Will.
2.
From rising to declining day
To Thee with fervent lip I pray;
Propitious, to thy servant's heart
Thy chearing influence impart:
3.
To Thee, to Thee I vent my care;
I know thee, Lord, nor slow to spare,
Nor weak to vindicate from harm
The Souls with pure devotion warm.
4.
My days with sorrow clouded o'er,
Thy wonted succours I implore:
Regard me, gracious; nor forbear
The voice of my request to hear.
5.
What pow'r, great God, shall boast a name
Like Thine; like Thee our homage claim?
Or who, among the seats divine,
Display such wond'rous Works as thine?
6.
Behold, their Maker taught to own,
Earth's future Sons before thy Throne
In Sion suppliant kneel, and raise
To Israel 's God their joyful Lays.
7.
Eternal Excellence! Thy hand
At will shall Nature's pow'rs command;
Thy wonders, through her confines wide,
She speaks, nor owns a God beside.
8.
O give me, Lord, thy paths to tread,
And, while thy Truth my steps shall lead,
(The faithful Guide by Thee assign'd,)
Train to thy fear my willing mind.
9.
My heart, by sacred zeal impell'd,
To Thee the grateful song shall yield;
My Tongue, the witness of thy Fame,
Thy boundless Glory shall proclaim.
10.
Long as I breathe the vital air
Thy Love my loudest praise shall share,
Whose aid my soul with health has crown'd,
And snatch'd me from the pit profound.
11.
Thou seest, my God, the Sons of Pride,
In leagues of violence allied,
(Thy fear behind them thrown) my way
Surround, and mark me for their prey:
12.
But well my great Preserver knows
To weigh and to relieve my woes;
Sustain'd by his Almighty aid,
What danger can my Soul invade?
13.
Long is thy patience, slow thine ire;
Eternal Mercy, mightiest Sire,
Thy word (on that my trust I build;)
And unrepenting Truth have seal'd.
14.
My griefs with tend'rest pity view,
With strength thy Servant's heart renew,
And instant from th' expecting grave
The Offspring of thy Handmaid save.
15.
O grant me, Lord, some fav'ring sign,
Some pledge that may bespeak me Thine,
That, stung with shame, my foes may see
What Aid, what Bliss, I boast in Thee.