Low before Thy footstool bending—
Since on earth I still must stay,
In Thy Church still wage my war,
Drive, good Lord, my foes afar.
In the strife the conquest send me
Over hell, the world, and sin;
With Thy grace, O Lord, defend me,
When temptation’s storms begin:
All my dangers bear me through,
Lord, my Rock, my Saviour true!