|Composer:||Henry Vander Werp (1911)|
I need your help, O LORD my God;
do not ignore my plea.
For I am restless and distraught;
O hear and answer me.
The wicked stare at me and taunt;
their anger causes grief.
The fear of death has hold of me,
and I find no relief.
I bow my forehead to the dust,
I veil mine eyes for shame,
And urge, in trembling self-distrust,
A prayer without a claim.