1 All-clement God, attend my earnest cry:
2 In distant lands tho' roam, an exile, I,
Thee in my heart's distress will I invoke,
Thee will I make my strength, my shield, my rock.
3 A shelter most secure in thee I've found,
A firm support, when cruel foes surround.
4 Therefore beneath thy wings, assur'd, I'll rest,
And seek the temple with thy presence blest.
5 For thou my faithful vows hast constant heard;
For me a noble heritage prepar'd;
To rule the nations who thy laws obey;
To make them happy by my gentle sway.
6 Thou to the king a length of days will give,
Thou to a good old age shalt bid him live.
7 Long in thy house that he may suppliant stand,
Reach forth thy blessings with a lib'ral hand.
8 Then free from danger, and devoid of fear,
My grateful tongue thy mercies shall declare;
To thee continual anthems I will sing,
And hail the glorious God that guards the king.