The voice hear of my humble pray'rs, when unto thee I cry; When to thine holy oracle I lift mine hands on high.
Before the gods: And worship will toward thy sanctuary. I'll praise thy name, ev'n for thy truth, and kindness of thy love; For thou thy word hast magnify'd all thy great name above.
As incense let my prayer be directed in thine eyes; And the uplifting of my hands as th' ev 'ning sacrifice.
I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God: unto the cry Of all my supplications, Lord, do thine ear apply.
Your hands within God's holy place lift up, and praise his name.
But I into thy house will come in thine abundant grace; And I will worship in thy fear toward thy holy place.
My hands to thee I stretch; my soul thirsts, as dry land, for thee.
But as for such as turn aside after their crooked way, God shall lead forth with wicked men: on Isr'el peace shall stay.
I in thy name will lift my hands, and bless thee while I live.
My voice, Lord, do thou hear: Unto my supplication's voice give an attentive ear.
O Lord, I unto thee do cry, do thou make haste to me, And give an ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee.