Hymn number 55

O GOD, my refuge, hear my cries;
Behold my trials and tears,
For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.

2

I long for freedom as a dove,
For liberty and wings
To fly away and soar above
These present, painful things.

3

O let me to some refuge go,
And find a peaceful home,
Where storms of malice never blow,
And trials never come.

4

Vain hope and false aspirings all!
To thwart the devil’s arm,
The mighty God on Whom I call,
Will save me where I am.

5

He shall preserve my soul from fear,
And shield me when afraid;
Ten thousand angels must appear,
If He command their aid.

6

I’ll cast my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all;
My faith shall rest upon His word
That saints shall never fall.


	55	Psalm 55	CM

	O GOD, my refuge, hear my cries; Behold my trials and tears, For earth and hell my hurt devise, And triumph in my fears.

2	I long for freedom as a dove, For liberty and wings To fly away and soar above These present, painful things.

3	O let me to some refuge go, And find a peaceful home, Where storms of malice never blow, And trials never come.

4	Vain hope and false aspirings all! To thwart the devil’s arm, The mighty God on Whom I call, Will save me where I am.

5	He shall preserve my soul from fear, And shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear, If He command their aid.

6	I’ll cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My faith shall rest upon His word That saints shall never fall.

	Isaac Watts, 1674-1748‡