Lord, hear me in dis­tress,
Regard my sup­pli­ant cry,
And in Thy faith­ful­ness
And right­eous­ness re­ply.
In judg­ment do not cause
Thy ser­vant to be tried;
Before Thy ho­ly laws
No man is jus­ti­fied.

The ene­my has sought
My soul in dust to tread;
To dark­ness I am brought,
Forgotten as the dead.
My spir­it, crushed with grief,
Is sad and ov­er­borne;
My heart finds no re­lief,
But de­so­late I mourn.

Recalling for­mer days
And all Thy won­drous deeds,
The me­mo­ry of Thy ways
To hope and com­fort leads.
To Thee I stretch my hands,
Let me not plead in vain;
I wait as wea­ry lands
Wait for re­fresh­ing rain.

My fail­ing spir­it see,
O Lord, to me make haste;
Hide not Thy face from me,
Less bit­ter death I taste.
O let the morn re­turn,
Let mer­cy light my day;
For Thee in faith I yearn,
O guide me in the way.

Lord, save me from my foe,
To Thee for help I flee;
Teach me Thy way to know,
I have no God but Thee.
By Thy good Spir­it led
From trou­ble and dis­tress,
My err­ing feet shall tread
The path of up­right­ness.

O Lord, for Thy name’s sake
Revive my faint­ing heart;
My soul from trou­ble take,
For just and true Thou art.
Remove mine ene­my,
My cru­el foes re­ward;
In mer­cy res­cue me
Who am Thy ser­vant, Lord.