Be thou not far from me, my God: thy speedy help I crave.
Lord, thou hast seen, hold not thy peace; Lord, be not far from me.
I poor and needy am; come, Lord, and make no stay: My help thou and deliv'rer art; O Lord, make no delay.
Be not far off, for grief is near, and none to help is found.
Wherefore is it that thou, O Lord, dost stand from us afar? And wherefore hidest thou thyself, when times so troublous are?
Haste, Lord, to hear, my spirit fails: hide not thy face from me; Lest like to them I do become that go down to the dust.
Draw near my soul, and it redeem; me from my foes defend.
Be pleased, Lord, to rescue me; Lord, hasten to mine aid.
But be not far, O Lord, my strength; haste to give help to me.