99. Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul

1 O God, my refuge, hear my cries,
Behold my flowing tears,
For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.

2 Their rage is level'd at my life,
My soul with guilt they load,
And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hope in God.

3 With inward pains my heart-strings wound,
I groan with every breath;
Horror and fear beset me round
Amongst the shades of death.

4 Oh were I like a feather'd dove,
And innocence had wings,
I'd fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things.

5 Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home,
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.

7 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all
To 'scape the rage of hell!
The mighty God, on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.

Pause.

7 By morning light I'll seek his face,
At noon repeat my cry,
The night shall hear me ask his grace,
Nor will he long deny.

8 God shall preserve my soul from fear,
Or shield me when afraid;
Ten thousand angels must appear
If he command their aid.

9 I cast my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all;
My courage rests upon his word,
That saints shall never fall.

10 My highest hopes shall not be vain,
My lips shall spread his praise;
While cruel and deceitful men,
Scarce live out half their days.

Text Information
First Line: O God, my refuge, hear my cries
Title: Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul
Meter: Com. Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1786
Scripture: ; ;
Topic: Afflicted: supported; Daily Devotion; Prosperity dangerous (2 more...)
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