Hear me, O God! when near Thy throne
My ear­nest cries as­cend;
I plead Thy right­eous­ness alone,
And on Thy grace de­pend.

Oft has that grace en­larged my heart,
Distressed by anx­ious care;
Again Thy mer­cy, Lord, im­part,
Again re­gard my pray­er.

When shades of night around me spread,
I’ll all my ways re­hearse,
In si­lent wit­ness on my bed,
And with my heart con­verse.

While ma­ny, wrapped in na­ture’s night,
For world­ly good in­quire,
O lift on me Thy sav­ing light!
’Tis all that I de­sire.

I then in peace my eyes will close,
And take my need­ful rest:
Nor fear, nor dan­ger in­ter­pose,
Of Thy de­fense pos­sessed.