O God of grace and right­eous­ness,
Hear and attend when I complain:
Thou hast enlarged me in distress,
Bow down a gracious ear again.

Ye sons of men, in vain ye try
To turn my glo­ry into shame;
How long will scoffers love to lie,
And dare reproach my Sav­ior’s name?

Know that the Lord divides His saints
From all the tribes of men beside;
He hears the cry of penitents,
For the dear sake of Christ that died.

When our obedient hands have done
A thousand works of right­eous­ness
We put our trust in God alone,
And glo­ry in His pardoning grace.

Let the unthinking many say,
Who will bestow some earthly good?
But Lord, Thy light and love we pray;
Our souls desire this heav’nly food.

Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice,
At grace and favors so divine;
Nor will I change my happy choice
For all their corn, and all their wine.