O God, the help of all Thy saints,

Our hope in time of ill,

We trust Thee, though Thy face be hid,

And seek Thy presence still.

Why should the men of pride and sin

Thy truth and pow'r defy,

And boast, as if their evil way

Were hidden from Thine eye?

Lord, Thou hast seen, arise and save;

To Thee our cause we bring;

Reign Thou in righteousness and pow’r,

For Thou alone, art King.

All our desires to Thee are known;

The help is ever near;

O first prepare our hearts to pray,

And then accept our pray’r!