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PSALM 142. (C. M.) God is the Hope of the Helpless.

I

To God I made my sorrows known,
From God I sought relief:
In long complaints before his throne
I pour'd out all my grief.

II

My soul was overwhelm'd with woes,
My heart began to break;
My God, who all my burdens knows,
He knows the way I take.

III

On every side I cast mine eye,
And found my helpers gone,
While friends and strangers pass'd me by
Neglected or unknown.

IV

Then did I raise a louder cry,
And call'd thy mercy near,
‘Thou art my portion when I die,
‘Be thou my refuge here.’

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V

Lord, I am brought exceeding low,
Now let thine ear attend,
And make my foes who vex me know
I've an almighty friend.

VI

From my sad prison set me free,
Then shall I praise thy name,
And holy men shall join with me
Thy kindness to proclaim.