O thou, who hast o'er all eternal sway

Verse 1

O thou, who hast o'er all eternal sway, Whose throne is heav'n, and whom the worlds obey; When griefs distress, when foes around me rise, To thy paternal love I lift mine eyes.

Verse 2

As with attentive eye the slave observes; His matter's beck, nor from his duty swerves; As views the maid her mistress' nod with care, That she her favour and her love may share; So wait our eyes on our all-clement Lord, Till he his blest beneficence afford,

Verse 3

E'en now assist us, and our griefs remove; Mere objects of reproach, of scorn, we prove; Our foes insult us, and our griefs deride, And utter their contempt with killing pride; Our anguish'd souls their insolence can't bear, Have mercy, Lord, and our confusion spare.