Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#56

56. God the Refuge of the Afflicted

1 To thee, O Lord, I raise my cries;
My fervent prayer in mercy hear;
For ruin waits my trembling soul,
If thou refuse a gracious ear.

2 When suppliant tow'rd thy holy hill,
I left my mournful hands to pray,
Afford thy grace, nor drive me still,
With impious hypocrites away.

3 To sons of falehood, that despise
The works and wonders of thy reign,
Thy vengeance give the due reward,
And sinks their souls to endless pain.

4 But, ever blessed by the Lord,
Whose mercy hears my mournful voice,
My heart, that trusted in his word,
In his salvation shall rejoice.

5 Let every saint, in sore distress,
By faith approach his Saviour God;
Then grant, O Lord, thy pardoning grace,
And feed thy church with heavenly food.

Text Information

• First Line: To thee, o Lord, I raise my cries
• Title: God the Refuge of the Afflicted
• Meter: Long Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1787
• Scripture:
  Psalm 28
• Topic: Christ: his death and resurrection; Fears: in the worship of God; Lord's day: psalm
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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