To Thee, O Lord, I hum­bly cry,
To Thee my sup­pli­ca­tion make,
To Thee I bring my sad com­plaint,
To Thee my bit­ter grief I take.

Thou know­est, Lord, my deep dis­tress,
The lone­ly path, the hid­den snare,
How re­fuge fail­eth, friends for­sake,
And no man for my soul doth care.

My pray­er is un­to Thee, O Lord,
No re­fuge but in Thee I know,
No po­rtion but in Thee I find;
Lord, in my need Thy mer­cy show.

Be Thou my Sav­ior, O my Lord,
For I am weak and foes are strong;
My cap­tive soul from pri­son bring,
And glad shall be my thank­ful song.

Around me shall the right­eous throng,
And crowned with joy Thy saints shall be,
Their hearts made glad be­cause the Lord
In rich­est grace hath dealt with me.