Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
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.