To thee, O Lord, I raise my cries; My fervant prayer in mercy hear; For ruin waits my trembling soul, If thou refuse a gracious ear. I lift my mournful hands to pray, Afford thy grace, nor drive me still With impious hypocrites away. To sons of falsehood, that despise The works and wonders of thy reign, Thy justice gives the due reward, And sinks their souls to endless pain. For ever blessed be the Lord, Whose mercy hears my mournful voice! My heart, that trusted in his word, In his salvation shall rejoice. Let every saint, in sore distress, By faith approach his Savior, God; Then grant, O Lord, thy pardoning grace, And feed thy church with heavenly food. Based on the 28th Psalm