The righteous cry unto the Lord, he unto them gives ear; And they out of their troubles all by him deliver'd are.
The troubles that afflict the just in number many be; But yet at length out of them all the Lord doth set him free.
This poor man cry'd, God heard, and sav'd him from all his distresses.
He'll call on me, I'll answer him; I will be with him still In trouble, to deliver him, and honour him I will.
God's eyes are on the just; his ears are open to their cry.
But I into thy house will come in thine abundant grace; And I will worship in thy fear toward thy holy place.
O en'my! now destructions have an end perpetual: Thou cities raz'd; perish'd with them is their memorial.
But let them all before the Lord appear continually, That he may wholly from the earth cut off their memory.