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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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Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Dates: 1696
      Bible Refs: Ps 142;
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1821# 142
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