To God I raised my mournful voice

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1 To GOD I rais'd my mournful Voice,
To him in deep Distress I pray'd,
Made him the Umpire of my Cause,
And all my Wrongs before him laid.

2 'Twas thou, that did my Steps direct,
When my afflicted Soul despair'd;
For where I thought to walk secure,
They had their secret Traps prepar'd.

3 I look'd, but found no ready Friend,
To own, or help me in Distress;
All Refuge fail'd, no Man vouchsaf'd
His tender Pity or Redress.

4 To GOD above at last I pray'd,
Thou, LORD, my only Refuge art;
My Portion in the Land of Life
Thou shalt remain, 'till Life depart.

5 Reduc'd at length to greatest Straits,
To thee I made my hunmble Moan;
O! save me from oppressive Foes,
For me too strong and pow'rful grown.

6 That I may praise thy holy Name,
My Soul from her dark Prison bring,
Whilst of thy kind Regard to me,
Assembled Saints shall gladly sing.

Source: The Psalms of David: with the Ten Commandments, Creed, Lord's Prayer, &c. in metre...for the use of the Reformed Protestant Dutch church of the city of New York #CXLII

Author: Francis Hopkinson

Francis Hopkinson; grad. College of Philadelphia with master’s degree; studied law and passed Pa. bar; opened conveyancer’s office in Philadelphia; musical and literary talent; prolific writer who frequently used pen name, A. B. LOC Name Authority Files Go to person page >

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First Line: To God I raised my mournful voice
Author: Francis Hopkinson
Source: Tate and Brady's New Version, "To God with mournful voice"
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain


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