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."