O Lord of hosts, to Thee I cry, Our fathers' God, to Thee; Let my petition reach Thine ear, My prayer accepted be. O God our Shield, look Thou on us, Reveal Thyself in grace, And let Thine own anointed one Behold Thee face to face. A single day within Thy courts, Where I Thy beauty see, Is better than a thousand days, My God, apart from Thee. A lowly station in Thy house Were dearer to my heart Than in the tents of wickedness To claim the chiefest part. A Sun and Shield is God, the Lord, To lighten and defend; The Lord to such as look to Him Will grace and glory send. To those that walk in righteousness No good will He deny. O Lord of hosts, how blest are they Who on Thy grace rely!