1 To thee, O Lord, I humbly cry,
To Thee my supplication make,
To Thee I bring my sad complaint,
To thee my bitter grief I take.
2 Thou knowest, Lord, my deep distress,
The lonely path, the hidden snare,
How refuge faileth, friends forsake,
And no man for my soul doth care.
3 My prayer is unto Thee, o Lord,
No refuge but in Thee I know,
No portion but in Thee I find;
Lord, in my need Thy mercy show.
4 Be Thou my Savior, O my Lord,
For I am weak and foes are strong;
My captive soul from prison bring,
And glad shall be my thankful song.
5 Around me shall the righteous throng,
And crowned with joy Thy saints shall be,
Their hearts made glad because the Lord
In richest grace hath dealt with me.
The Psalter: with responsive readings, 1912