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 levell'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 pain my heart-strings sound,
I groan with ev'ry breath;
Horror and fear beset me round
Amongst the shades of death.
4 O 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 desart 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.
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.
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First Line: | O God, my refuge, hear my cries |
Title: | Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul |
Meter: | Com. Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1780 |
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