HEAR, O Lord, our supplication; Let our souls on Thee repose! Be our refuge, our salvation, ’Mid a host of threatening foes.
Lord, Thy saints face false inventions, Spread by those who Thee have spurned; O expose their vile intentions, To their shame their tongues be turned.
Cunning are the foes’ devices, Bitter are their words of gall; Sin on every side entices: Lord, conduct us safe through all.
Be our foes by Thee confounded, Let the world Thy goodness see, While, by might and love surrounded, We rejoice, and trust in Thee.
Henry Francis Lyte, 1793-1847‡