O Lord, make haste to hear my cry,
To Thee I call, on Thee re­ly.
Incline to me a gra­cious ear,
And, when I call, in mer­cy hear.

When in the morn­ing un­to Thee
I lift my voice and bring my plea,
Then let my pray­er as in­cense rise
To God en­throned above the skies.

When un­to Thee I look and pray
With lift­ed hands at close of day,
Then as the ev­en­ing sac­ri­fice
Let my re­quest ac­cept­ed rise.

Guard Thou my thoughts, I Thee imp­lore,
And of my lips keep Thou the door;
Nor leave my sin­ful heart to stray
Where ev­il foot­steps lead the way.

O right­eous God, Thy chas­tise­ment,
Though sent through foes, in love is sent;
Though griev­ous, it will pro­fit me,
A heal­ing oint­ment it shall be.

While wick­ed­ness my foes de­vise,
To Thee my con­stant pray­er shall rise,
When their in­jus­tice is o’er­thrown,
My gen­tle­ness shall still be shown.

Brought nigh to death and sore dis­tressed,
O Lord, my God, in Thee I rest;
Forsake me not, I look to Thee,
Let me Thy great sal­va­tion see.

Themselves en­tangled in their snare,
Their own de­feat my foes pre­pare,
O keep me, Lord, nor let me fall,
Protect and lead me safe through all.