Hear, O Lord, Our Supplication

Hear

O Lord

our sup­pli­ca­tion;

Let our souls on Thee re­pose!

Be our ref­uge

our sal­va­tion

’Mid ten thou­sand threat­en­ing foes.

Lord

Thy saints have ma­ny trou­bles

In their path lies ma­ny a snare:

But be­fore Thy breath like bub­bles

Melt they soon in idle air.

Cunning are the foe’s de­vic­es

Bitter are his 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.