To God I raised my mournful voice

Verse 1

To GOD I rais'd my mournful Voice, To him in deep Distress I pray'd, Made him the Umpire of my Cause, And all my Wrongs before him laid.

Verse 2

'Twas thou, that did my Steps direct, When my afflicted Soul despair'd; For where I thought to walk secure, They had their secret Traps prepar'd.

Verse 3

I look'd, but found no ready Friend, To own, or help me in Distress; All Refuge fail'd, no Man vouchsaf'd His tender Pity or Redress.

Verse 4

To GOD above at last I pray'd, Thou, LORD, my only Refuge art; My Portion in the Land of Life Thou shalt remain, 'till Life depart.

Verse 5

Reduc'd at length to greatest Straits, To thee I made my hunmble Moan; O! save me from oppressive Foes, For me too strong and pow'rful grown.

Verse 6

That I may praise thy holy Name, My Soul from her dark Prison bring, Whilst of thy kind Regard to me, Assembled Saints shall gladly sing.