The Psalms of David ‎#CXLII

CXLII. 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 ev'ry 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
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1780
• Scripture:
  Psalm 142

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