O God, the Help of All Thy Saints

O God

the help of all Thy saints

Our hope in time of ill:

We trust Thee

though Thy face be hid

And seek Thy pre­sence still.

Why should the men of pride and sin

Thy truth and pow­er de­fy;

And boast

as if their ev­il way

Were hid­den from Thine eye?

Lord

Thou hast seen; arise and save.

To Thee our cause we bring;

Reign Thou in right­eous­ness and pow­er

For Thou alone art King.

All our de­sires to Thee are known;

Thy help is ev­er near;

O first pre­pare our hearts to pray

And then ac­cept our pray­er!