Though I Am Poor and Sorrowful

Verse 1

Though I am poor and sorrowful, Hear Thou, O God, my cry; Let Thy salvation come to me And lift me up on high.

Verse 2

Then will I praise my God with song, To Him my thanks shall rise, And this shall please Jehovah more Than offered sacrifice.

Verse 3

The meek shall see it and rejoice; Ye saints, no more be sad; For lo, Jehovah hears the poor And makes His prisoners glad.

Verse 4

Let heaven and earth and seas rejoice, Let all therein give praise, For Zion God will surely save, Her broken walls will raise.

Verse 5

In Zion they that love His Name Shall dwell from age to age; Yea, there shall be their lasting rest, Their children's heritage.