Lord Hear My Cry Regard My Prayer Tate
Lord, hear my Cry, regard my Pray’r,
which I, oppress’d with Grief,
From Earth’s remotest Parts address
to Thee for kind Relief.
O! lodge me safe beyond the Reach
of persecuting Pow’r,
Thou who so oft from spiteful Foes
hast been my shelt’ring Tow’r.
So shall I in thy sacred Courts
secure from Danger lie;
Beneath the Covert of thy Wings,
all future Storms defy.
In Sign my Vows are heard, once more,
I o’er thy Chosen reign:
O! bless with long and prosp’rous Life
the King Thou didst ordain.
Confirm his Throne, and make his Reign
accepted in thy Sight;
And let thy Truth and Mercy both
in his Defence unite.
So shall I ever sing thy Praise,
thy Name for ever bless;
Devote my prosp’rous Days to pay
the Vows of my Distress.