1 Lord, hear my voice, my prayer attend;
from earth's remotest bound I send
my supplicating cry.
When troubles great o'erwhelm my breast,
then lead me on the rock to rest
that higher is than I.
2 In thee my soul has shelter found,
and thou hast been from foes around
the tower of my defence.
My home shall thy pavilion be;
to covert of thy wings I'll flee,
and find deliverance.
3 For thou, O Lord, my vows hast heard;
on me the heritage conferred
of those that fear thy name.
Long life thou to the king wilt give;
through generations he shall live,
from age to age the same.
4 Before the Lord shall he abide;
O do thou truth and grace provide
to guard him in the way.
So I thy praises will make known,
and humbly bending at thy throne,
my vows will daily pay.
Source: The Irish Presbyterian Hymbook #P61c