From trouble deep I cry to thee; Lord God, hear thou my crying; Thy gracious ear oh turn to me, Open it to thy sighing. For if thou mean'st to look upon The wrong and evil that is done,...
Were God not with us all the time-- Israel may loud declare it-- Were God not with us all the time, We must have now despaired; For we are such a little flock Despised by such a crowd of folk,...
Who would have thought that even an idle song Were such a holy and celestial thing That wickedness and envy cannot sing-- That music for no moment lives with wrong? I know this, for a very grievous throng,...