1. To Thee, for Succour, in Distress,
I lift my longing Eyes;
Oh! thou Omnipotent, Supream!
Who dwell'st above the Skies.
2. As Servants, eye their Master's Hand,
Their Mistresses; the Maids;
So to the Lord, our God, we look,
For his reviving Aids.
3. Have Mercy upon us, O Lord,
Oh! Pity to us show;
For loaded with most base Contempt,
We feel the Depth of Woe.
4. From those that live at Ease, our Soul
Is greatly fill'd with Scorn;
And the vile Insult of the Proud,
We heavily have borne.
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First Line: | To Thee, for Succour, in Distress |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1752 |
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