Author Unknown, rev.
- With all my voice to God I cry;
I call upon the LORD Most High.
Before His face my grief I show
And tell my trouble and my woe.
To Thee I pour out my complaint,
For I am weak, my spirit faint.
When cares with gloom encompass me,
The path I take is known to Thee.
They in my way have laid a snare.
I look, but none sees my despair;
I find no place of refuge near,
No friend to whom my life is dear.
O LORD, my Savior, unto Thee,
Without a hope besides, I flee;
Thou art my shelter from the strife,
My portion in the land of life.
Be Thou my help when troubles throng,
For I am weak and foes are strong;
Thy servant out of prison bring,
And thankful praises I will sing.
The righteous then shall gather round
To share the blessings I have found,
Their hearts made glad because they see
How richly Thou hast dealt with me.