The Lord On High is very near To all who call on Him This poor man cries and He hears And delivers him from all his fears For the Lord is nigh to them that fear Him The contrite will have light never dim The righteous cry and He hears And delivers them from all their fears From all their fears "Gad-lu l'Adonai ee'ti, Oon' ram'ma sh'mo yach-dau" I will bless Him all my days His praise shall continually be in my mouth To the King I sing with pride And the humble hear And the sad, are glad in Him His angels fly ‘round those near If you ever listen close you might hear You just might hear "Gad-lu l'Adonai ee'ti, Oon' ram'ma sh'mo yach-dau" I will bless Him all my days His praise shall continually be in my mouth He brings good things so I know He's always here Never denied I'm supplied by Him For He has his eyes on those He holds dear And He delivers them from all their fears From all their fears This Poor Man Cries, and He hears And delivers him from all his fears, from all his fears