Hear my loud cry, my King, my God; for I to thee will pray.
O thou that hearer art of pray'r, all flesh shall come to thee.
I cry'd, and, from his holy hill, the Lord me answer made.
I'll thee extol, my God, O King; I'll bless thy name always.
Behold, the sparrow findeth out an house wherein to rest; The swallow also for herself hath purchased a nest; Ev'n thine own altars, where she safe her young ones forth may bring, O thou almighty Lord of hosts, who art my God and King.
For certainly God is my King, ev'n from the times of old, Working in midst of all the earth salvation manifold.
Thou art my King: for Jacob, Lord, deliv'rances command.
The Lord is King through ages all, ev'n to eternity; The heathen people from his land are perish'd utterly.