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.
Source: The Psalms of David: with hymns and spiritual songs: also, the catechism, confession of faith, and liturgy of the Reformed Church in the Netherlands #142
"In deep distress to God I poured my care and grief,"in 4 stanzas of 4 lines, and from thence passed, without alteration, into the Festival Hymn Book, 1875, No. 634. The version of Ps. cxx. in the Mitre Hymn Book in 3 stanzas of 4 lines, beginning,
"In deep distress to God I cried And He aveng'd my wrongs,"was by E. Oder, and is also found in his Church and King, 1836-37, p. 137, for the 2nd Sunday after Trinity. --John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)