To God I made my sorrows known,

From God I sought relief;

In long complaints before his throne

I poured out all my grief.

My soul was overwhelmed with woes,

My heart began to break;

My God, who all my burden knows,

He knows the way I take.

On every side I cast mine eye,

And found my helpers gone;

While friends and strangers passed me by,

Neglected or unknown.

Then did I raise a louder cry,

And called thy mercy near,-

"Thou art my portion when I die;

Be thou my refuge here."