1 O LORD, incline Thy gracious ear, My plaintive sorrows weigh, To Thee for succour I draw near, To Thee I humbly pray. Still will I call, with lifted eyes, “Come, O my God and King!” Till Thou regard my ceaseless cries, And full deliverance bring. 2 On Thee, O God of purity, I wait for hallowing grace; None without holiness shall see The glories of Thy face. In souls unholy and unclean Thou never canst delight; Nor shall they, while unsaved from sin, Appear before Thy sight. 3 Thou hatest