From foul reproach, from thrilling fears,

Preserve, good Lord, Thy servants’ ears.

From idle words that restless throng,

And haunt our hearts when we would pray,

From pride’s false chime, and jarring wrong,

Seal Thou my lips, and guard the way:

For thou hast sworn that every ear

Willing, or loath, Thy trump shall hear,

And every tongue unchained be,

To own no hope, O God, but Thee.