Psalm CXLII

Verse 1

To God, the refuge of his saints, I humbly breath'd my ardent pray'r, And pour'd out all my long complaints, And spread before him ev'ry care.

Verse 2

My spirit overwhelm'd with grief, Surrounding snares beset my way; Of thee, O Lord, I sought relief, Whose eyes my devious path survey.

Verse 3

All other helps I found were vain, And hope, and friends, and comfort fail'd; To thee alone I told my pain, While yet my potent fears prevail'd.

Verse 4

To thee, my God, I breath'd my cries, Dear refuge of my fainting heart; Thou all on whom my hope relies, I am undone if thou depart.

Verse 5

Thou see'st me wretched, weak and low; O Lord, attend my plaintive cry, And save me from my ev'ry foe: My foes how strong! how weak am I?

Verse 6

O free my soul, dissolve the chain, Then shall I spread thy praise abroad; Thy saints shall join the grateful strain, And speak the bounties of my God.