Scripture Verse

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. Pub­lic hu­mil­i­a­tion.

Music: Ab­bots­ford Ca­tho­lische geist­liche Ge­sänge (An­der­nach, Ger­ma­ny: 1608) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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.