I plead for aid to GOD.
2 Before him pour my troubled thoughts;
I tell him my distress.
3 For when my spirit is depressed,
you guard the way I take;
for in the path that I must walk
men hide their snares for me.
4 Look to my right and you will see;
none is concerned for me.
I have no place where I can hide;
none cares to guard my life.
5 I cry to you, O LORD, and say:
"In you I shelter find;
you are the one who's my support
within the land of life."
6 Pay heed now to my cry and save;
I am in desperate need.
save me from those who dog my heels,
for they're too strong for me.
7 O bring me from the prison house
so I can thank your name.
The just will crowd around me when
your love is shown to me.
Tune: Orton (C M)
or Auld Lang Syne
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