By A Collection of Hymns
S.M. Psalm cxlii.
1 IN deep distress, to God
I poured my care and grief;
To him I raised my mournful cry,
And sought from him relief.
2 I looked, but found no friend
To aid me in distress;
All refuge failed, and none vouchsafed
To pity or redress.
3 To God, at length I cried
"Thou, Lord, my refuge art;
My portion in the land of life,
Till life itself depart.
4 "Redeem my helpless soul,
That I may praise thy name;
So shall assembled saints with me
Thy power and grace proclaim."
