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To God with mournful Voice

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #CXLII (1760) Lyrics: 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. Scripture: Psalm 142 Languages: English

To God, with mournful voice

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #142 (1789) Lyrics: 1 To God with mournful voice In deep distress I pray'd; Made him the umpire of my cause, My wrongs before him laid. 2 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. 3 I look'd but found no friend To own me in distress; All refuge fail'd, no ,an vouchsaf'd His pity or redress. 4 To God at last I pray'd, Thou, Lord, my refuge art; My portion in the land of life, Till life itself depart. 5 Reduc'd to greatest straits, To thee I make my moan; O save me from oppressive foes, For me too pow'rful grown. 6 That I may praise thy name, My soul from prison bring; Whilst of thy kind regard for me, Assembled saints shall sing. Scripture: Psalm 142 Languages: English

To God with mournful Voice

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #297 (1754) Lyrics: 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 for me, assembled Saints shall sing. Scripture: Psalm 142 Languages: English