
Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.XXVIII (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, I raise my cries;
My fervent pray'r 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 falsehood, 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 ev'ry saint, in sore distress,
By faith approach his Saviour, God:
Then grant, O Lord, thy pard'ning grace,
And feed thy church with heav'nly food. Topics: God the Refuge of the Afflicted Scripture: Psalm 28 Languages: English
To thee, O Lord, I raise my cries