Words: James Merrick, Poems on Sacred Subjects 1763.
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Eternal God, we look to Thee,
To Thee for help we fly;
Thine eye alone our wants can see,
Thy hand alone supply.
Lord, let Thy fear within us dwell,
Thy love our footsteps guide;
That love will all vain love expel;
That fear, all fear betide.
Not what we wish, but what we want,
O let Thy grace supply;
The good, unmasked, in mercy grant;
The ill, though asked, deny.