Thy countenance to shine do thou upon thy servant make: Unto me give salvation, for thy great mercies' sake.
O who will shew us any good? is that which many say: But of thy countenance the light, Lord, lift on us alway.
Return, O Lord, my soul set free; O save me, for thy mercies' sake.
Turn us again, O Lord our God, and upon us vouchsafe To make thy countenance to shine, and so we shall be safe.
Turn us again, Lord God of hosts, and upon us vouchsafe To make thy countenance to shine, and so we shall be safe.
Turn us again, O God of hosts, and upon us vouchsafe To make thy countenance to shine, and so we shall be safe.
Lord, bless and pity us, shine on us with thy face:
After thy loving-kindness, Lord, have mercy upon me: For thy compassions great, blot out all mine iniquity.
O Lord, thou hast my mountain made to stand strong by thy love: But when that thou, O gracious God, didst hide thy face from me, Then quickly was my prosp'rous state turn'd into misery.
And he for them his covenant did call to memory; After his mercies' multitude
Salvation doth appertain unto the Lord alone: Thy blessing, Lord, for evermore thy people is upon.