Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#CXLII

CXLII. GOD is the Hope of the Helpless

1 To GOD I made my sorrows known,
From GOD I sought relief;
In long complaints before his throne
I pour'd out all my grief.

2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woes,
My heart began to break;
My GOD, who, all my burden knows,
Beholds the way I take.

3 On every side I cast mine eye,
And found my helpers gone,
While friends and strangers past me by
Neglected or unknown.

4 Then did I raise a louder cry,
And call'd thy mercy near,
"Thou art my portion when I die,
"Be thou my refuge here."

5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low,
Now let thine ear attend,
And make my foes, who vex me, know
I've an almighty Friend.

6 From my sad prison set me free,
Then shall I praise thy name,
And holy men shall join with me,
Thy kindness to proclaim.

Text Information

• First Line: To God I made my sorrows known
• Title: GOD is the Hope of the Helpless
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1785
• Scripture:
  Psalm 142
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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