O Lord, Make Haste to Hear My Cry

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.