In deep distress I oft have cried

Verse 1

In deep distress I oft have cry'd To God, who never yet deny'd to rescue me oppress'd with wrongs;

Verse 2

Once more, O Lord, deliv'rance send, From lying lips my soul defend, and from the Rage of sland'ring tongues.

Verse 3

What little profit can accrue, And yet what heavy wrath is due, O thou perfidious tongue, to thee!

Verse 4

Thy sting upon thyself shall turn; Of lasting flames that fiercely burn, the constant fuel thou shalt be.

Verse 5

But, O! how wretched is my doom, Who am a sojourner become in barren Mesech's desert soil! With Kedar's wicked tents inclos'd, To lawless savages expos'd, who live on nought but theft and spoil.

Verse 6

My hapless dwelling is with those, Who peace and amity oppose, and pleasure take in others harms:

Verse 7

Sweet peace is all I court and seek; But when to them of peace I speak, they straight cry out, To Arms, to Arms.