All-pow'rful Lord, thy suppliant servant hear

Verse 1

All-pow'rful Lord, thy suppliant servant hear; Thou art my God; to thee I fly in pray'r; Thou art my King; thou in my heart dost reign; Ah! not thy Davids humble suit disdain.

Verse 2

At early dawn my faithful voice I'll raise; At early dawn I'll supplicate thy grace.

Verse 3

No pleasure tak'st thou in impiety, Nor wilt thou suffer sin to dwell with thee.

Verse 4

The fool, that hears not thy commands with awe; The soul deprav'd, that deviates from thy law, The impious tongue, that deals in fraudful lies; The hand, it's maker's image that destroys, Are hateful to thee all, and soon shall know The direful pains thy vengeance dooms them to.

Verse 5

But on thy mercy shall my soul rely; When I with rev'rence to thy temple fly, When at thy altar I devoutly kneel, Blest with thy light, what awful joy I feel?

Verse 6

Direct me, O my God, the snares t' evade, Which my relentless enemies have laid,

Verse 7

Deceit and wrong their boast, fair truth their scorn, Their villain-hearts with horrid mischiefs burn, More black their throats than the remorseless grave, And with their tongues they flatter, to deceive.

Verse 8

Do thou, O God, the impious race destroy; Thro' their own wild devices let the die; 'Gainst thee they dare rebel;--assert thy pow'r. And bear their vile atrocious crimes no more.

Verse 9

But let all they, that trust in thee, rejoice, And tune in hymns of gratitude their voice; In thee the greater! happiness they prove, Thy will their law, thy glorious name their love.

Verse 10

For to thy will who bear a just regard, Shall from thy bounty meet a full reward; Them, who to thy commands due rev'rence have, Thy gracious goodness, as a shield, shall save.