Who fear thy name, obey thy laws,
From this to earth's remotest shore.
2O grant, that, freed from low desire,
And filled with joy, and love, and fear,
Each breast may glow with holy fire,
While seeking heaven, to serve thee here.
3Pity, O God, the heedless wretch,
Who staggers to a dreadful grave;
Thy arm of love around him stretch,
And show that thou art strong to save.