O Lord of Hosts, to Thee I Cry

O Lord of hosts

to Thee I cry

Our fa­thers’ God

to Thee;

Let my pe­ti­tion reach Thine ear

My pray­er ac­cept­ed be.

O God our shield

look Thou on us

Reveal Thy­self in grace

And let Thine own an­oint­ed one

Behold Thee face to face.

A sin­gle day with­in Thy courts

Where I Thy beau­ty see

Is bet­ter than a thou­sand days

My God

apart from Thee.

A low­ly sta­tion in Thy house

Were dear­er to my heart

Than in the tents of wick­ed­ness

To claim the chief­est part.

A sun and shield is God

the Lord

To light­en and de­fend;

The Lord to such as look to Him

Will grace and glo­ry send.

To those that walk in right­eous­ness

No good will He de­ny.

O Lord of hosts

how blest are they

Who on Thy grace re­ly!