1 Before the Lord God with my voice
I did send out my cry:
And with my strained voice unto
the Lord God prayed I.
2 My meditation in his sight
to powre I did not spare:
And in the presence of the Lord
my trouble did declare.
3 Although perplexed was my spirit,
my path was known to thee:
In way where I did walke a snare
they slily laid for me.
4 I look'd and view'd on my right hand,
but none there would me know:
All refuge failed me and for
my soule none care did show.
5 Then cry'd I Lord to thee, and said,
my hope thou only art:
Thou in the land of living art
my portion and my part.
6 Hearke to my cry, for I am brought
full low: deliver me
From them that do me persecute,
for me too strong they be.
7 That I may praise thy Name, my soule
from prison, Lord bring out:
When thou art good to me, the just
shall press me round about.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Before the Lord God with my voice |
Title: | Voce mea |
Author: | N. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1640 |
Scripture: | |
Notes: | Sing to Psalm 145 |