1 Behold us, Lord, and let our cry
Before thy throne ascend,
Cast thou on us a pitying eye,
And still our lives defend.
2 For slaught'ring foes insult us round,
Oppressive, proud and vain,
They cast thy temples to the ground,
And all our rites profane.
3 Yet thy forgiving grace we trust,
And in thy pow'r rejoice:
Thine arm shall crush our foes to dust,
Thy praise inspire our voice.
4 Be thou with those whose friendly hand
Upheld us in distress,
Extend thy truth through ev'ry land,
And still thy people bless.
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