Unto the Lord I with my voice, I unto God did cry; Ev'n with my voice, and unto me his ear he did apply.
I cry'd, and, from his holy hill, the Lord me answer made.
The mighty God, the Lord, hath spoken, and did call The earth, from rising of the sun, to where he hath his fall.
I said, I will look to my ways, lest with my tongue I sin: In sight of wicked men my mouth with bridle I'll keep in.
My soul with expectation depends on God indeed; My strength and my salvation doth from him alone proceed.
This poor man cry'd, God heard, and sav'd him from all his distresses.