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Psalm 142

Hymnal: Foundations Psalter #142 (2023) Hymnal Title: Foundations Psalter First Line: I with my voice cry'd to the Lord Lyrics: 1 I with my voice cried to the Lord, with it made my request: 2 Poured out to him my plaint, to him my trouble I expressed. 3 When in me was o'erwhelmed my sp'rit, then well thou knew'st my way; Where I did walk a snare for me they privily did lay. 4 I looked on my right hand, and viewed, but none to know me were; All refuge failèd me, no man did for my soul take care. 5 I cried to thee; I said, Thou art my refuge, Lord, alone; And in the land of those that live thou art my pörtion. 6 Because I am brought very low, attend unto my cry: Me from my persecutors save, who stronger are than I. 7 From prison bring my soul, that I thy name may glorify: The just shall compass me, when thou with me deal'st bounteously. Scripture: Psalm 142 Languages: English

Psalm 142: I with my voice cry'd to the Lord

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #P173 (1800) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases First Line: I with my voice cry'd to the Lord Lyrics: 1I with my voice cry’d to the Lord, with it made my request: 2Pour’d out to him my plaint, to him my trouble I exprest. 3When in me was o’erwhelm’d my sp’rit, then well thou knew’st my way; Where I did walk a snare for me they privily did lay. 4I look’d on my right hand, and view’d, but none to know me were; All refuge failed me, no man did for my soul take care. 5I cry’d to thee; I said, Thou art my refuge, Lord, alone; And in the land of those that live thou art my portion. 6Because I am brought very low, attend unto my cry: Me from my persecutors save, who stronger are than I. 7From prison bring my soul, that I thy name may glorify: The just shall compass me, when thou with me deal’st bounteously. Scripture: Psalm 142 Languages: English

I with my voice cried to the Lord

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P142 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook Lyrics: 1 I with my voice cried to the Lord, with it made my request: 2 poured out to him my plaint, to him my trouble I expressed. 3 When overwhelmed my spirit is, then knowest thou my way; where I did walk a snare for me they privily did lay. 4 Look on my right hand, and behold there's none to know me there; all refuge hath me failed, and none doth for my soul take care. 5 I cried to thee; I said, Thou art a refuge, Lord, to me; thou art my portion in the land of those that living be. 6 Because I am brought very low, attend unto my cry: Me from my persecutors save, who stronger are than I. 7 From prison bring my soul, that I thy name may glorify: the just shall compass me, when thou with me deal’st bounteously. Scripture: Psalm 142 Languages: English Tune Title: COLESHILL