O God, regard my humble plea;
I cannot be so far from Thee
But Thou wilt hear my cry;
When I by trouble am distressed,
Then lead me on the Rock to rest
That higher is than I.
In Thee my soul hath shelter found,
And Thou hast been from foes around
The tow'r to which I flee,
Within Thy house will I abide;
My refuge sure, whate'er betide,
Thy shelt'ring wings shall be.
For Thou, O God, my vows hast heard,
On me the heritage conferred
Of those that fear Thy Name;
A blest anointing Thou dost give,
And Thou wilt make me ever live
Thy praises to proclaim.
Before Thy face shall I abide;
O god, Thy truth and grace provide
To guard me in the way;
So I will make Thy praises known,
And, humbly bending at Thy throne,
My vows will daily pay.
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