O Lord, thou my salvation art, haste to give help to me.
Be pleased, Lord, to rescue me; Lord, hasten to mine aid.
The Lord's my light and saving health, who shall make me dismay'd? My life's strength is the Lord, of whom then shall I be afraid?
Be thou not far from me, my God: thy speedy help I crave.
I poor and needy am; come, Lord, and make no stay: My help thou and deliv'rer art; O Lord, make no delay.
He only my salvation is, and my strong rock is he; He only is my sure defence: I shall not moved be.
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.
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.
Lord, haste me to deliver; with speed, Lord, succor me.
He only my salvation is, and my strong rock is he: He only is my sure defence; much mov'd I shall not be.
Bulls many compass me, strong bulls of Bashan me surround.