I'll pray, and make a noise At ev'ning, morning, and at noon; and he shall hear my voice.
As incense let my prayer be directed in thine eyes; And the uplifting of my hands as th' ev 'ning sacrifice.
I'll rise at midnight thee to praise, ev'n for thy judgments right.
Thy loving-kindness to shew forth when shines the morning light; And to declare thy faithfulness with pleasure ev'ry night.
But, Lord, to thee I cry'd; my pray'r at morn prevent shall thee.
For he the needy shall preserve, when he to him doth call; The poor also, and him that hath no help of man at all.
I in my trouble sought the Lord, my sore by night did run, And ceased not; my grieved soul did consolation shun.