1 To thee, my God and Savior, I
By day and night address my cry:
Vouchsafe my mournful voice to hear;
To my distress incline thine ear.
2 Thy wrath has hard upon me lain,
Afflicting me with restless pain;
Me all thy mountain waves have prest,
Too weak, alas, to bear the least.
3 Prevailing sorrows bear me down,
Which from my youth with me have grown;
Thy terrors past distract my mind,
And fears of blacker days behind.
4 To thee, O Lord, I cry forlorn;
My pray'r prevents the early morn:
Why hast thou, Lord, my soul forsook,
O Lord, vouchsafe a gracious look!
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First Line: | To thee, my God and Saviour, I |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; ; |