They Who Hate Thee, Oh My Father

They who hate Thee

oh my Fa­ther

Thou wilt clothe with end­less shame

But the right­eous who rev­ere Thee

Thou Thy child­ren wilt pro­claim;

In Thy re­cords

May I see my worth­less name.

There should it be found in­scrib­èd

It shall nev­er know de­cay

Though the rocks and hills may van­ish

Time and all things pass away;

Blessed pros­pect

Of a nev­er end­ing day.

Then amidst un­num­bered dan­gers

I will dwell de­void of fear;

Earth and hell can nev­er in­jure

Those who are Thy spe­cial care

Whose in­scrip­tion

Thou hast placed on re­cords fair.