To thee, good God, in my distress I plead

Verse 1

Tothee, good God, in my distress I plead, Benign O hear me; hasten to my aid;

Verse 2

To my too just complaints propitious be, And save the pious soul that trusts in thee.

Verse 3

From morn to even heavily I sigh, And shall I vainly on my God rely?

Verse 4

On thee my soul depends in her distress; O yet with thy enliv'ning presence bless.

Verse 5

For good art thou, and ready to forgive; Who call on thee sincere, in thee shall live.

Verse 6

O hear attentive, while to thee I sue; My suffering innocence with pity view;

Verse 7

Thee in my deep affliction I invoke; For thee in trying times I've prov'd my rock.

Verse 8

Not one among the fancied gods like thee; Not one can mate thy pow'r, thy majesty.

Verse 9

The nations all shall glorify thy name, And hail almighty pow'r with loud acclaim;

Verse 10

For great art thou; the wonders thou hast done Declare to all, that thou art God alone.

Verse 11

Teach me to thy blest dome, th' unerring road; Compose my soul, that me may praise her God.

Verse 12

Thee shall me praise, and thee shall she adore, Thy name, thy pow'r, extol, till time's no more,

Verse 13

To her from thee continual blssings flow; And oft thou'st sav'd her from the depths below.

Verse 14

When men of violence against me rose, When all the villain-rout commenc'd my foes; When with invet'rate hate my life they sought, And set thy dread omnipotence at nought:

Verse 15

'Twas then, compassionate, thou didst relieve, Didst to my anguish'd heart sweet solace give.

Verse 16

O still, while now my cruel foes invade, Thy servant strengthen with thy mighty aid;

Verse 17

That they with wonder and with shame may see, I still have got a pow'rful friend in thee; That from thy clemency, success I have; That thou thy chosen shepherd still wilt save.