Patmos, C.M. [F]
| 1. |
1 To Thee, O LORD, I lift my voice;
I supplication make,
2 Pour out my plaint before the LORD,
To Him my trouble take.
|
| 2. |
3 Ev'n when my soul is overwhelmed,
Thou knowest well my way.
Within the way in which I walk
A snare for me they lay.
|
| 3. |
4 Upon my right hand look and see;
There's none to know me there.
All refuge faileth me, and none
Has for my soul a care.
|
| 4. |
5 To Thee I cried, O LORD, and said,
Thou my sure refuge art,
And in the land of those that live,
The portion of my heart.
|
| 5. |
6 Since I am brought exceeding low,
Attend upon my cry;
Save me from persecuting foes
Who stronger are than I.
|
| 6. |
7 From prison bring my soul, that I
With thanks Thy name may bless;
When Thou art bountiful to me
The just shall round me press.
|
