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To God with mournful voice in deep




To God, with mournful voice,
in deep distress I prayed;
Made him the umpire of my cause,
my wrongs before him laid.


Thou didst my steps direct,
when my grieved soul despaired;
For where I thought to walk secure,
they had their traps prepared.


I looked, but found no friend
to own me in distress:
All refuge failed, no man vouchsafed
his pity or redress.


To God at last I prayed;
thou, Lord, my refuge art,
My portion in the land of life,
till life itself depart.


Reduced to greatest straits,
to thee I make my moan:
O save me from oppressing foes,
for me too pow'rful grown.


That I may praise thy name,
my soul from prison bring;
Whilst of thy kind regard to me
assembled saints shall sing.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1696
      Bible Refs: Ps 142;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1821# 142
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