Hymns - O God, the Help of All Thy Saints - Текст песни

O God, the help of all Thy saints,
Our hope in time of ill:
We trust Thee, though Thy face be hid,
And seek Thy presence still.

Why should the men of pride and sin
Thy truth and power defy;
And boast, as if their evil way
Were hidden from Thine eye?

Lord, Thou hast seen; arise and save.
To Thee our cause we bring;
Reign Thou in righteousness and power,
For Thou alone art King.

All our desires to Thee are known;
Thy help is ever near;
O first prepare our hearts to pray,
And then accept our prayer!