A New Version of the Psalms of David ‎#CXLII

CXLII. To God with mournful Voice

1 To God with mournful Voice
in deep Distress I pray'd;
2 Made him the Umpire of my Cause,
my Wrongs before Him laid.
3 Thou didst my Steps direct,
when my griev'd Soul despair'd;
For where I thought to walk secure,
they had their Traps prepar'd.

4 I look'd but found no Friend
to own me in Distress;
All Refuge fail'd, no Man vouchsaf'd
his Pity or Redress.
5 To God at last I pray'd,
thou, Lord, my Refuge art,
My Portion in the Land of Life,
'till Life itself depart.

6 Reduc'd to greatest Straits,
to Thee I make my Moan;
O save me from oppressive Foes,
for me too pow'rful grown,
7 That I may praise thy Name,
my Soul from Prison bring;
Whilst of thy kind Regard to me,
assembled Saints shall sing.

Text Information

• First Line: To God with mournful Voice
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1760
• Scripture:
  Psalm 142

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