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Unseen one, hear me crying “Help!”

God, can You understand my sobs?

Every morning You receive us,

offering up ourselves in worship,

hopeful, eager for Your Spirit.

Surly people gain no access

but humble love impels approach;

we kneel awestruck in joyous praise.

Guide us, Spirit, past attackers;

all their words reek with hatred.

God, please cause their schemes to backfire.

Let those who know You gladly sing;

under Your Assault-proof Cover

may Your loving ones enjoy You.

Life with You is Carefree, Wondrous!

We’re Refreshed, Embraced, Protected.