Psalm 142

Abraham Coles

3 Then when my spirit faints,
Thou, Thou my path dost know,
And how they've hid a snare for me
Along the way I go.

4 Look to the right, and see,
I've no defender there;
Refuge has failed me, there's no man
That for my soul doth care.

5 I cried to Thee, I said:
"Thou art my Refuge, Lord!
My portion in the land of life,
And my supreme reward."

6 For I'm brought very low,
Attend unto my cry —
From my pursuers save, for they
Are mightier than I.

7 My soul from prison bring,
To render thanks to Thee;
The righteous shall me gather round
When Thou shalt favor me.