HEAR, O Lord, our supplication;

HEAR, O Lord, our supplication; Let our souls on Thee repose! Be our refuge, our salvation, ' Mid ten thousand threatening foes.

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.

Cunning are the foe's devices, Bitter are his words of gall; Sin on every side entices; Lord, conduct us safe through all.

Be our foes by Thee confounded, Let the world Thy goodness see, While, by might and love surrounded, We rejoice, and trust in Thee.