Haste, Lord, to hear, my spirit fails: hide not thy face from me; Lest like to them I do become that go down to the dust.
Nor from thy servant hide thy face: I'm troubled, soon attend.
To thee I'll cry, O Lord, my rock; hold not thy peace to me; Lest like those that to pit descend I by thy silence be.
Far from me hide not thou thy face; put not away from thee Thy servant in thy wrath: thou hast an helper been to me. O God of my salvation, leave me not, nor forsake:
Be thou not far from me, my God: thy speedy help I crave.
And in the day of my distress hide not thy face from me. Give ear to me; what time I call, to answer me make haste:
I weary with my crying am, my throat is also dry'd; Mine eyes do fail, while for my God I waiting do abide.
I poor and needy am; come, Lord, and make no stay: My help thou and deliv'rer art; O Lord, make no delay.
I'm poor and needy, yet the Lord of me a care doth take: Thou art my help and saviour, my God, no tarrying make.
For he despis'd not nor abhorr'd th' afflicted's misery; Nor from him hid his face, but heard when he to him did cry.
My thirsty soul longs veh'mently, yea faints, thy courts to see: My very heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for thee.
Draw near my soul, and it redeem; me from my foes defend.