But be not far, O Lord, my strength; haste to give help to me.
Be not far off, for grief is near, and none to help is found.
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.
Be pleased, Lord, to rescue me; Lord, hasten to mine aid.
The king in thy great strength, O Lord, shall very joyful be: In thy salvation rejoice how veh'mently shall he!
Wherefore is it that thou, O Lord, dost stand from us afar? And wherefore hidest thou thyself, when times so troublous are?
I poor and needy am; come, Lord, and make no stay: My help thou and deliv'rer art; O Lord, make no delay.
Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength.