Lord, Hear My Prayer

Lord

hear my pray­er

and let my cry

Have rea­dy ac­cess unto Thee;

When in dis­tress to Thee I fly

O hide not Thou Thy face from me.

Attend

O Lord

to my de­sire

O haste to an­swer when I pray;

For grief con­sumes my strength like fire

My days as smoke pass swift away.

My heart is wi­thered like the grass

And I for­get my dai­ly bread;

In lone­ly grief my days I pass

And sad my thoughts up­on my bed.

My foes re­proach me all the day

My drink is tears

my bread is grief

For in Thy wrath I pine away

My days are like a fad­ing leaf.

But Thou

Je­ho­vah

shalt en­dure

Thy throne for­ev­er is the same;

And to all ge­ne­ra­tions sure

Shall be Thy great me­mor­ial name.

The time for Zi­on’s help is near

The time ap­point­ed in Thy love;

O let Thy gra­cious aid ap­pear

Look Thou in mer­cy from ab­ove.

O Lord

re­gard the pray­er of those

Who love the walls of Zi­on well

Whose hearts are hea­vy for her woes

Who sad amid her ru­ins dwell.

Thy pow­er and glo­ry shall ap­pear

And Zi­on’s walls shall be re­stored;

Then all the kings of earth shall fear

And hea­then na­tions serve the Lord.

The Lord

ex­alt­ed on His throne

Looked down from Heav’n with pi­ty­ing eye

To still the low­ly cap­tive’s moan

And save His peo­ple doomed to die.

All men in Zi­on shall de­clare

His gra­cious name with one ac­cord

When kings and na­tions ga­ther there

To serve and wor­ship God the Lord.