HEAR MY PRAYER, O LORD,
By L. E. Miller
The time of trouble, Lord, I see,
And fain would hide myself in thee;
Be thou my soul's sweet hiding place,
O let me see thy smiling face. When fiery trials sorely press,
And Satan does my soul distress,
Lord, to the rocks, O lead thy child
Safe through this dark and tangled wild. When by the archers wounded sore,
Thine aid, O Lord, I will implore,
Thou hast vouchsafed in time of need,
To shield thy flock; thy word I plead. Go forward, saith the heavenly voice,
And faith in God bids me rejoice;
On him, oh! let our hearts be stayed,
While Satan's host shall be dismayed. Why should our hearts grow faint, and fear,
When thou, hast said, Be of good cheer;
Thy warfare here will soon be done,
A robe, and crown, through Christ be won.