So, while my pray’rs indulg’d approve,
My soul, the object of thy love,
My foes, with inward anguish torn,
Shall each his blasted triumphs mourn.
And I, for thou my aid shall yield
In innocence of heart upheld,
Thy courts shall ever tread, and there
The fullness of thy presence share.
O thankful, bless th’almighty Lord,
The God by Jacob’s sons ador’d;
With joyful hearts his love proclaim,
And praise, O praise his holy name.
His fame, ere time its course began,
O’er heav’ns-wide region echoing ran;
To him, through endless ages raise,
One song of oft repeated praise.
Maker of all! Be thou my guard.
James Merrick (1720-1769)
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