Hymn 203. (2–8's & 6, D.)

1 O God, my Father, lend thine ear,

While sickness, age and grief appear.

O hear thy servant's prayer,

That I thy pard'ning love may feel,

To ease my pain, and sickness heal,

And soothe my grief and care.

2 My infant prayer thy kindness heard,

Thy Gospel truth my soul preferred,

In all my childhood days.

Thy guardian hand preserved my youth,

And taught my soul to love thy truth,

To lisp thee songs of praise.

3 O Lord, thy love has not declined;

No time can change thy heav'nly mind,

Though endless are thy years.

A thousand years, where mortals be,

Is but a day, O Lord, with thee,

In Kolob's mighty spheres.

4 Though broken, yet, my lays O Lord.

I with delight and truth record

The bounties of thy love,

Until arrives the joyful day

When I shall leave this mortal clay,

To sing with Saints above.