O let the Lord, our gracious God, for ever blessed be, Who turned not my pray'r from him, nor yet his grace from me.
Thou'rt from thy temple dreadful, Lord; Isr'el's own God is he, Who gives his people strength and pow'r: O let God blessed be.
Cast me not from thy sight, nor take thy Holy Sp'rit away.
For he despis'd not nor abhorr'd th' afflicted's misery; Nor from him hid his face, but heard when he to him did cry.
For from thine eyes cut off I am, I in my haste had said; My voice yet heard'st thou, when to thee with cries my moan I made.