Make Haste, O God

Below is a poem by Charles Spurgeon as he concludes his commentary on Psalm 70:

Make haste, O God, my soul to bless!

My help and my deliv’rer thou;

Make haste, for I’m in deep distress,

My case is urgent; help me now.

Make haste, O God! make haste to save!

For time is short, and death is nigh;

Make haste ere yet I’m in my grave,

And with the lost for ever lie.

Make haste, for I am poor and low;

And Satan mocks my prayers and tears;

O God, in mercy be not slow,

But snatch me from my horrid fears.

Make haste, O God, and hear my cries;

Then with the souls who seek thy face,

And those who thy salvation prize,

I’ll magnify thy matchless grace.

 C. H. Spurgeon, The Treasury of David: Psalms 56-87, vol. 3 (London; Edinburgh; New York: Marshall Brothers, n.d.), 204.