To God My Earnest Voice I Raise

To God my ear­nest voice I raise

To God my voice im­plor­ing prays;

Before His face my grief I show

And tell my trou­ble and my woe.

When gloom and sor­row com­pass me

The path I take is known to Thee

And all the toils that foes do lay

To snare Thy serv­ant in his way.

All un­pro­tect­ed

lo

I stand

No friend­ly guard­ian at my hand

No place of flight or re­fuge near

And none to whom my soul is dear.

O Lord

my Sav­ior

now to Thee

Without a hope besides

I flee

To Thee

my shel­ter from the strife

My por­tion in the land of life.

Be Thou my help when trou­bles throng

For I am weak and foes are strong;

My cap­tive soul from pri­son bring

And thank­ful prais­es I will sing.

The right­eous then shall ga­ther round

To share the bless­ing I have found

Their hearts made glad be­cause they see

How rich­ly God has dealt with me.