HEAR, O my Lord, regard my cry, My prayer from lips sincere; Send Thine approval from on high, To make my standing clear; And, greatly as my heart is tried, O may I not have turned aside.
Lord, I resolve with firm desire No wrong to speak or do; Thy path alone I choose for mine, To walk with purpose true; I cry for help, O Lord, to Thee, Assured that Thou wilt answer me.
O keep me, Lord, may I be found The apple of Thine eye; With deadly foes arrayed around To Thee alone I cry: My only trust and refuge be; And let Thy wings o’ershadow me.
Guard me from those whose joy and pride And portion is below; Who, with life’s treasures satisfied, No better purpose know; Who, with earth’s stores of wealth content, Must leave them all when life is spent.
When, clothed in righteousness at last, Thy glorious face I see, When all this weary night is past, And I awake with Thee To view the glories that abide, Then—how I shall be satisfied!
The Psalter, 1912‡