I poor and needy am; come, Lord, and make no stay: My help thou and deliv'rer art; O Lord, make no delay.
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.
But now become exceeding poor and sorrowful am I: By thy salvation, O my God, let me be set on high.
For I am poor and indigent, afflicted sore am I, My heart within me also is wounded exceedingly.