Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional, Vol. 2 ‎#236

236. Psalm CXLII

I. To God, the refuge of his saints,
I humbly breath'd my ardent pray'r,
And pour'd out all my long complaints,
And spread before him ev'ry care.

II. My spirit overwhelm'd with grief,
Surrounding snares beset my way;
Of thee, O Lord, I sought relief,
Whose eyes my devious path survey.

III. All other helps I found were vain,
And hope, and friends, and comfort fail'd;
To thee alone I told my pain,
While yet my potent fears prevail'd.

IV. To thee, my God, I breath'd my cries,
Dear refuge of my fainting heart;
Thou all on whom my hope relies,
I am undone if thou depart.

V. Thou see'st me wretched, weak and low;
O Lord, attend my plaintive cry,
And save me from my ev'ry foe:
My foes how strong! how weak am I?

VI. O free my soul, dissolve the chain,
Then shall I spread thy praise abroad;
Thy saints shall join the grateful strain,
And speak the bounties of my God.

Text Information

• First Line: To God, the refuge of his saints
• Title: Psalm CXLII
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1760
• Scripture:
  Psalm 142

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