56Psalm 56CM
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