To God my earnest voice I raise, To God my voice imploring prays; Before His face my grief I show And tell my trouble and my woe. When gloom and sorrow compass me, The path I take is known to Thee, And all the toils that foes do lay To snare Thy servant in his way. All unprotected, lo, I stand, No friendly guardian at my hand, No place of flight or refuge near, And none to whom my soul is dear. O Lord, my Savior, now to Thee, Without a hope besides, I flee, To Thee, 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; My captive soul from prison bring, And thankful praises I will sing. The righteous then shall gather round To share the blessing I have found, Their hearts made glad because they see How richly God has dealt with me. |