Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) ‎#251b

251b. God is the Hope of the Helpless

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 past 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 Helpless
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1786
• Scripture:
  Psalm 142
• Topic: Afflicted: their prayer; Afflictions: very great; Comfort: from ancient Providence; Complaint: of heavy afflictions in mind and body; Confession: of sin, repentance, and pardon; Desertion and Distress of Soul; Doubts and Fears suppressed; Hope: in darkness; Remembrance of former deliverances

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