All-clement God, attend my earnest cry

Verse 1

All-clement God, attend my earnest cry:

Verse 2

In distant lands tho' roam, an exile, I, Thee in my heart's distress will I invoke, Thee will I make my strength, my shield, my rock.

Verse 3

A shelter most secure in thee I've found, A firm support, when cruel foes surround.

Verse 4

Therefore beneath thy wings, assur'd, I'll rest, And seek the temple with thy presence blest.

Verse 5

For thou my faithful vows hast constant heard; For me a noble heritage prepar'd; To rule the nations who thy laws obey; To make them happy by my gentle sway.

Verse 6

Thou to the king a length of days will give, Thou to a good old age shalt bid him live.

Verse 7

Long in thy house that he may suppliant stand, Reach forth thy blessings with a lib'ral hand.

Verse 8

Then free from danger, and devoid of fear, My grateful tongue thy mercies shall declare; To thee continual anthems I will sing, And hail the glorious God that guards the king.