Lord, hear my cry, regard my prayer, Which I, oppressed with grief (Tate and Brady)

Verse 1

Lord, hear my Cry, regard my Pray'r, which I, oppress'd with Grief,

Verse 2

From Earth's remotest Parts address to Thee for kind Relief. O! lodge me safe beyond the Reach of persecuting Pow'r,

Verse 3

Thou who so oft from spiteful Foes hast been my shelt'ring Tow'r.

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So shall I in thy sacred Courts secure from Danger lie; Beneath the Covert of thy Wings, all future Storms defy.

Verse 5

In Sign my Vows are heard, once more, I o'er thy Chosen reign:

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O! bless with long and prosp'rous Life the King Thou didst ordain.

Verse 7

Confirm his Throne, and make his Reign accepted in thy Sight; And let thy Truth and Mercy both in his Defence unite.

Verse 8

So shall I ever sing thy Praise, thy Name for ever bless; Devote my prosp'rous Days to pay the Vows of my Distress.