To God The Refuge Of His Saints
I. To God, the refuge of his saints,
I humbly breath’d my ardent pray’r,
And pour’d out all my long complaints,
And spread before him ev’ry care.
II. My spirit overwhelm’d with grief,
Surrounding snares beset my way;
Of thee, O Lord, I sought relief,
Whose eyes my devious path survey.
III. All other helps I found were vain,
And hope, and friends, and comfort fail’d;
To thee alone I told my pain,
While yet my potent fears prevail’d.
IV. To thee, my God, I breath’d my cries,
Dear refuge of my fainting heart;
Thou all on whom my hope relies,
I am undone if thou depart.
V. Thou see’st me wretched, weak and low;
O Lord, attend my plaintive cry,
And save me from my ev’ry foe:
My foes how strong! how weak am I?
VI. O free my soul, dissolve the chain,
Then shall I spread thy praise abroad;
Thy saints shall join the grateful strain,
And speak the bounties of my God.