To God with mournful voice

Verse 1

To God with mournful voice In deep distress I pray'd; Made him the umpire of my cause, My wrongs before him laid.

Verse 2

Thou didst my steps direct, When my griev'd soul despair'd; For. where I thought to walk secure, they had their traps prepar'd.

Verse 3

I look'd but found no friend To own me in distress; All refuge fail'd, no ,an vouchsaf'd His pity or redress.

Verse 4

To God at last I pray'd, Thou, Lord, my refuge art; My portion in the land of life, Till life itself depart.

Verse 5

Reduc'd to greatest straits, To thee I make my moan; O save me from oppressive foes, For me too pow'rful grown.

Verse 6

That I may praise thy name, My soul from prison bring; Whilst of thy kind regard for me, Assembled saints shall sing.