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.