Though I Am Poor and Sorrowful

Though I am poor and sor­row­ful

Hear Thou

O God

my cry;

Let Thy sal­va­tion come to me

And lift me up on high.

Then will I praise my God with song

To Him my thanks shall rise

And this shall please Je­ho­vah more

Than of­fered sac­ri­fice.

The meek shall see it and re­joice;

Ye saints

no more be sad;

For lo

Je­ho­vah hears the poor

And makes His pri­son­ers glad.

Let Heav­en and earth and seas re­joice

Let all there­in give praise

For Zi­on God will sure­ly save

Her brok­en walls will raise.

In Zi­on they that love His name

Shall dwell from age to age

Yea

there shall be their last­ing rest

Their child­ren’s her­it­age.