1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.