O God, Regard My Humble Plea

O God

regard my hum­ble plea;

I can­not be so far from Thee

But Thou wilt hear my cry;

When I by trou­ble am dis­tressed

Then lead me on the rock to rest

That high­er is than I.

In Thee my soul hath shel­ter found

And Thou hast been from foes around

The tow­er to which I flee.

Within Thy house will I ab­ide;

My re­fuge sure

what­e’er be­tide

Thy shel­ter­ing wings shall be.

For Thou

my God

my vows hast heard

On me the her­it­age con­ferred

Of those that fear Thy name;

A blest an­oint­ing Thou dost give

And Thou wilt make me ev­er live

Thy prais­es to pro­claim.

Before Thy face shall I ab­ide;

O God

Thy truth and grace pro­vide

To guard me in the way;

So I will make Thy prais­es known

And

hum­bly bend­ing at Thy throne

My vows will dai­ly pay.