285    L.M.     W. W. Horne
Complaint. Ps. 61. 2; Lam. 1. 16

1 O for a heart to seek my God,
  Encouraged by his gracious word,
  To view my Saviour all complete,
  And lie submissive at his feet!

2 To thee, almighty God, to thee,
  My Rock and Refuge, would I flee;
  Now tides of sorrow, rolling high,
  Appear to mingle earth and sky.

3 To see thy saints in mourning clad,
  And foes by their distress made glad,
  O’erwhelms my soul with poignant grief;
  Lord, send thy servants sweet relief.

4 [Though safe in Christ thy saints abide,
  Nor can their life be e’er destroyed;
  While thy dear cause is thus suppressed,
  My burdened soul can take no rest.]

5 Arise, O God, thy cause defend;
  Deliverance unto Zion send.
  Arise, arise, O God of might,
  And put thy threatening foes to flight.

6 Pity thy poor, dejected few;
  Our souls revive, our strength renew;
  Collect thy scattered flock once more,
  And open wide the gospel-door.