1 To God I made my sorrows known, From God I sought relief; In long complaints before his throne I pour'd out all my grief.
2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woes, My heart began to break; My God, who all my burdens knows, He knows the way I take.
3 On every side I cast mine eye, And found my helpers gone, While friends and strangers pass'd me by Neglected or unknown.
4 Then did I raise a louder cry, And call'd thy mercy near, "Thou art my portion when I die, "Be thou my refuge here."
5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low, Now let thine ear attend, And make my foes who vex me know I've an almighty Friend.
6 From my sad prison set me free, Then shall I praise thy Name, And holy men shall join with me Thy kindness to proclaim.