Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America ‎#295a

295a. God is the hope of the hopeless

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 burdens knows,
Beholds the way I take.

3 On every side I cast mine eye,
And found my helpers gone,
While friends and strangers pass'd 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 hopeless
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Scripture:
  Psalm 142

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