Complaint. Ps. 61. 2; Lam. 1. 16
W. W. Horne L.M.
1
O for a heart to seek my God,
Encouraged by his gracious word,
To view my Saviour all complete,
And lie submissive at his feet!
2
To thee, almighty God, to thee,
My Rock and Refuge, would I flee;
Now tides of sorrow, rolling high,
Appear to mingle earth and sky.
3
To see thy saints in mourning clad,
And foes by their distress made glad,
O’erwhelms my soul with poignant grief;
Lord, send thy servants sweet relief.
4
[Though safe in Christ thy saints abide,
Nor can their life be e’er destroyed;
While thy dear cause is thus suppressed,
My burdened soul can take no rest.]
5
Arise, O God, thy cause defend;
Deliverance unto Zion send.
Arise, arise, O God of might,
And put thy threatening foes to flight.
6
Pity thy poor, dejected few;
Our souls revive, our strength renew;
Collect thy scattered flock once more,
And open wide the gospel-door.
