Oh! That Thou Wouldst Extend Me Thy Scepter

Oh! That Thou wouldst extend me Thy scepter Lord
Do not forsake me!
They may fail to impart however, Thou oh Lord wilt shed favor
Thou wilt ne’er forsake me
In sickness Thou wilt soothe my sore and despondence.
In drought Thou wilt render supplies aloft
My store drowned with provisions my table overflows
Rain show’rs upon my field
It will bear its crop season by season
Nations will be blessed!
Throngs will be fed amazed!
For Thy seed will be firm whereto streams and light shine upon
Thou hast given Thou hast taken and blessed.
I shall not be in desire for Thou art my fill
Pronounce it Lord to the congregation
Thou wilt ne’r renounce Thy chosen ones.
And ne’r will they walk the ground imploring alms.
For my bright eye testifies the breadth of Thy face
And Thine healing touch anoints my repose.
Steadfastly each day
And Thou hast ne’r failed me oh Lord
Thou hast never failed!