O GOD, my refuge, hear my cries;

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

Oh were I like a feather'd dove, And innocence had wings, I'd fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things.

Let me to some wild desert go, And find a peaceful home; Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come.

Vain hopes, and vain Inventions all, To 'scape the rage of hell! The mighty God on whom I call, Can save me here as well.

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

I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon His word, That saints shall never fall. 1719.,