God Is the Hope of the Hopeless

Verse 1

To GOD I made my sorrows known, from GOD I sought relief; in long complaints before His throne I poured out all my grief. My soul was overwhelmed with woes, my heart began to break; my God, who all my burdens knows, He knows the way I take.

Verse 2

On every side I cast mine eye, and found my helpers gone, while friends and strangers passed me by neglected or unknown. Then did I raise a louder cry, and called Thy mercy near, "Thou art my portion when I die, be Thou my refuge here."

Verse 3

LORD, I am brought exceeding low, now let Thine ear attend, and make my foes who vex me know I've an almighty Friend. From my sad prison set me free, then shall I praise Thy name, and holy men shall join with me, Thy kindness to proclaim.