These poor creatures hold out to you pleading hands for succor.
"The New York Times Current History of the European War, Vol 1, Issue 4, January 23, 1915" by Various
Jove sleeps; and Neptune takes that opportunity to succor the Grecians.
"The Iliad of Homer" by Homer
He waited day after day, hoping against hope that some succor would come.
"King Alfred of England" by Jacob Abbott
My men are already gone, with the Red-Cross corps, to succor whom they can.
"Aunt Jane's Nieces Abroad" by Edith Van Dyne
Could succor be at hand?
"Historical Tales, Vol 5 (of 15)" by Charles Morris
So she passed through life; the faithful friend, the patient, wise mother, the meek, tender wife, the succorer of all in distress.
"Elizabeth Fry" by Mrs. E. R. Pitman
Its whole aim for the comfort and succor of Tommy.
"Private Peat" by Harold R. Peat
He, verily, is the Protector, the Succorer.
"Epistle to the Son of the Wolf" by Bahá’u’lláh
Cries of joy and appeals for the succoring vessel to hurry sounded from the yacht's decks.
"Dan Merrithew" by Lawrence Perry
The only succor from the old, must lie in their prayers.
"Memoir, Correspondence, And Miscellanies, From The Papers Of Thomas Jefferson" by Thomas Jefferson
From that weeping woman,
Seeking with her cries
From the frowning skies --
"The Lee Shore" by Thomas Hood
The name of Jacob's God defends
Better than shields or brazen walls;
He from his sanctuary sends
Succor and strength, when Zion calls.
"Psalm 20" by Isaac Watts
A blessing on all that make such haste,
Whatever their hands can do!
For they that succor the sore distressed,
Our Lord will help them too.
"Eliza Crossing The River" by Harriet Beecher Stowe
My righteous Judge, my gracious God,
Hear when I spread my hands abroad,
And cry for succor from thy throne;
O make thy truth and mercy known!
"Psalm 143" by Isaac Watts
The Sun of Righteousness on me
Hath risen, with healing in his wings;
Withered my nature's strength; from thee
My soul its life and succor brings;
My help is all laid up above;
Thy nature and thy name is Love.
"Wrestling Jacob" by Charles Wesley
VOICE OF THE PEOPLE (wailing dismally):
"Who can deliver us, Lord of our destiny!
Out of the depths comes our passionate cry,
Wrung from the soul of us. Aid for the whole of us!
Tell us, we pray, that our succor is nigh.
"A Dirge of the Morning After" by C J Dennis