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.