1 O Lord of Hosts, to Thee I cry,
Our fathers' God to Thee;
Let my petitions reach Thy ear,
My prayer accepted be;
O God our shield, look Thou on us,
Reveal Thyself in grace,
And let Thy own anointed one
Behold Thee face to face.
2 A single day within Thy courts,
Where I Thy beauty see,
Is better than a thousand days,
My God, apart from Thee.
A lowly station in Thy house
Were dearer to my heart
Than in the tents of wickedness
to claim the chiefest part.
3 A sun and shield is God, the Lord,
To lighten and defend;
The Lord to such as look to Him
Will grace and glory send;
To those that walk in righteousness
No good will He deny;
The Lord of Hosts, how blest are they
Who on Thy grace rely.