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I with my voice cry'd to the Lord

I with my voice cry'd to the Lord

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Full Text

1 I with my voice cry’d to the Lord,
with it made my request:
2 Pour’d out to him my plaint, to him
my trouble I exprest.

3 When in me was o’erwhelm’d my sp’rit,
then well thou knew’st my way;
Where I did walk a snare for me
they privily did lay.

4 I look’d on my right hand, and view’d,
but none to know me were;
All refuge failed me, no man
did for my soul take care.

5 I cry’d to thee; I said, Thou art
my refuge, Lord, alone;
And in the land of those that live
thou art my portion.

6 Because I am brought very low,
attend unto my cry:
Me from my persecutors save,
who stronger are than I.

7 From prison bring my soul, that I
thy name may glorify:
The just shall compass me, when thou
with me deal’st bounteously.

Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases

Text Information

First Line: I with my voice cry'd to the Lord
Meter: 8.6.8.6



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