1 Lord, hear my cry, regard my pray'r,
which I, oppressed with grief,
2 From earth's remotest parts address
to thee for kind relief.
O lodge me safe beyond the reach
of persecuting pow'r;
3 Thou, who so oft from spiteful foes
hast been my shelt'ring tow'r.
4 So shall I in thy sacred courts
secure from danger lie;
Beneath the cover of thy wings
all future storms defy.
5 In sign my vows are heard, once more
I o'er thy chosen reign;
6 O bless with long and prosp'rous life
the king thou did'st ordain,
7 Confirm his throne, and make his reign
accepted in thy sight,
And let thy truth and mercy both
in his defense unite.
8 So shall I ever sing thy praise,
thy name for ever bless;
Devote my prosp'rous days to pay
the vows of my distress.