56	Psalm 56	CM
	GOD counts the sorrows of His saints,    Attends to all their prayers; Tenderly follows our complaints,     And still records our tears.
2	When to Thy throne I raise my cry,     Then devils fear and flee, So swift is prayer to reach the sky,     So near is God to me.
3	In Thee, most holy, just and true,     I have reposed my trust; Nor will I fear what man can do,     Mere offspring of the dust.
4	As Thou hast vowed to bless me, Lord,     To Thee I’ll yield my praise; How good, how faithful is Thy Word;     How kind are all Thy ways.
5	Thou hast secured my soul from death;     Now free from sin I’d be, That heart and hand, and life and breath,     May be employed for Thee.
	Isaac Watts, 1674-1748