Lord, I cry unto Thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto Thee. Psalm 141:1
O Lord, make haste to hear my cry,
To Thee I call, on Thee rely.
Incline to me a gracious ear,
And, when I call, in mercy hear.
When in the morning unto Thee
I lift my voice and bring my plea,
Then let my prayer as incense rise
To God enthroned above the skies.
When unto Thee I look and pray
With lifted hands at close of day,
Then as the evening sacrifice
Let my request accepted rise.
Guard Thou my thoughts, I Thee implore,
And of my lips keep Thou the door;
Nor leave my sinful heart to stray
Where evil footsteps lead the way.
O righteous God, Thy chastisement,
Though sent through foes, in love is sent;
Though grievous, it will profit me,
A healing ointment it shall be.
While wickedness my foes devise,
To Thee my constant prayer shall rise,
When their injustice is o’erthrown,
My gentleness shall still be shown.
Brought nigh to death and sore distressed,
O Lord, my God, in Thee I rest;
Forsake me not, I look to Thee,
Let me Thy great salvation see.
Themselves entangled in their snare,
Their own defeat my foes prepare,
O keep me, Lord, nor let me fall,
Protect and lead me safe through all.