Verse 1
To the Lord in deep distress
Cries my soul a bitter cry,
Neither day nor night I cease,
Till he answer from the sky,
Eager to indulge my grief,
Scorning all but His relief.

Verse 2
No relief on earth is found,
Still I groan beneath the load,
Still incurable my wound,
Till I know the pardning GOD;
Let me then to him complain,
Tell my Saviour all my pain.

Verse 3
By thy heaviest wrath opprest
To thy smiting hand I turn,
Stranger to a moment’s rest,
Stript of all my power I mourn,
Lift mine eyes, and pine away,
Look for help, but cannot pray.

Verse 4
Musing on the antient days
Now I weep my comforts gone
[ ] lays
Make my melancholy moan,

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