Second PART

O God, who art our only Shield, Look graciously on me; And, with thy wonted Smiles, the Face Of thine anointed see. For in thy sacred Courts, a Day, A Thousand does excell; My God's House Doors I'd rather keep, In wicked Tents, than dwell. Iehovah is our Sun, and Shield, Will Grace, and Glory, give; And, no Good Thing, will he deny, Those who uprightly live. O thou, the sov'reign Lord of all The Hosts in Heav'n, Earth, Sea; That Man is truly bless'd, who puts His Trust alone in Thee.