Behold Us, Lord, and Let Our Cry

Verse 1

Behold us, Lord, and let our cry Before thy throne ascend, Cast thou on us a pitying eye, And still our lives defend.

Verse 2

For slaught'ring foes insult us round, Oppressive, proud and vain, They cast thy temples to the ground, And all our rites profane.

Verse 3

Yet thy forgiving grace we trust, And in thy pow'r rejoice: Thine arm shall crush our foes to dust, Thy praise inspire our voice.

Verse 4

Be thou with those whose friendly hand Upheld us in distress, Extend thy truth through ev'ry land, And still thy people bless.