Ever are my longing eyes
Tow'rd the Lord, Whose watchful care,
When my foes their plots devise,
Keeps my feet from ev'ry snare.
Turn to me, Thy grace impart,
I am desolate indeed;
Great the troubles of my heart;
Save Thou me, O Lord, I plead.
Look on my afflicted state,
Freely all my sins forgive,
Mark my foes, their cruel hate,
Keep my soul and let me live.
Shame me not, I hide in Thee;
Truth and right preserve me still;
Let, O God, Thy people be
No redeemed from ev'ry ill.
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