Classic Poem

To God I make my sorrows known,
From God I seek relief;
In loud complaints before his throne,
I pour out all my grief.

My soul is overwhelm'd with woes,
My heart begins to break,
But God, who all my burdens knows,
Beholds the way I take.

On ev'ry side I cast mine eye,
And find my helpers gone;
While friends and strangers pass me by,
Neglected or unknown.

Lord! I am brought exceeding low,
Now let thine ear attend;
And make my foes, who vex me, know
I've an Almighty Friend.

From this sad bondage set me free,
Then shall I praise thy name;
And holy men shall join with me,
Thy kindness to proclaim.