The Lord our God be with us, as He was with our fathers: let Him not leave us, nor forsake us: That He may incline our hearts unto Him, to walk in all His ways, and to keep His commandments, and His statutes, and His judgments, which He commanded our fathers. 1 Kings 8:57–58
Words: Sidney Dyer, in A Collection of Hymns and a Liturgy for the Use of Evangelical Lutheran Churches (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: Evangelical Lutheran Synod of the State of New York, 1817), number 421.
If you know where to get a good picture of Dyer (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Great framer of unnumbered worlds,
And whom unnumbered worlds adore!
Thy goodness all Thy creatures share,
While nature trembles at Thy power.
While suppliant crowds implore Thine aid,
To Thee we raise the humble cry:
Thine altar is the contrite heart,
Thine incense a repentant sigh.
But if injustice grind the poor,
Or avarice stain the sordid hand,
Or stern ambition thirst for blood,
Or rude oppression waste the land:
The God, who hears the orphan’s cry,
The martyr’s prayer, and prisoner’s groan,
Still listening to the poor oppressed,
Would spurn th’oppressor from his throne.
Yet though enormous crimes abound,
Should but a genuine sorrow rise;
And, as new troubles threaten round
’Midst wasting wars and angry skies.
Should, in her sober hour, our land
Confess Thy hand and bless the rod:
Thou still wouldst love to be her friend,
Who loved to own Thee as her God.