Verse 1
Thee may I ever keep in view
Crush’d by abus’d authority,
The evil instruments look thro’,
The wisdom of my Father see
Which lets the world thy church oppress,
Or kill thy passive witnesses.
Verse 2
Thy power doth now their rage confine,
Fast bound as by a secret chain:
And till thy hand the warrant sign,
Their malice threatens us in vain;
We know our hairs are numbred all,
Nor one without thy leave can fall.
Verse 3
Wherefore on Thee we fix our eyes,
And wait the counsels of thy will,
Assur’d that all in earth and skies
Shall only thy design fulfil,
To thine eternal glory tend,
And in our full salvation end.