1. Hear, O Lord, our supplication;
Let our souls on Thee repose!
Be our refuge, our salvation,
’Mid ten thousand threatening foes.
2. Lord, Thy saints have many troubles,
In their path lies many a snare:
But before Thy breath like bubbles,
Melt they soon in idle air.
3. Cunning are the foe’s devices,
Bitter are his words of gall;
Sin on every side entices;
Lord, conduct us safe through all.
4. Be our foes by Thee confounded,
Let the world Thy goodness see,
While, by might and love surrounded,
We rejoice, and trust in Thee.
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|The Cyber Hymnal #2238||Hear, O Lord, Our Supplication||Hear, O Lord, our supplication||ALICE||Henry F. Lyte||87.87||<cite>Poems Chiefly Religious</cite>, 1833 & 1845|