Hear my cry, O God! attend
To my humble, earnest prayer;
From the earth's remotest end
I will call, if Thou wilt hear.
When my heart is 'whelmed in grief,
Thou shalt be my citadel;
There I'll hasten for relief-
There I'll seek Thee, there I'll dwell.
Let Thy temple be my home,
Where, Thy shadowing wings beneath,
Sad and sorrowing I will come,
Seeking peace in life and death.
Thou wilt hear me-Thou hast heard-
Lord! how sweet to rest with Thee,
Trusting in Thy gracious word,
Safe in immortality!