“Pour Out Your Heart Before Him: God is a Refuge for Us” (Psa. 62:8).
Have you no words? Ah! think again,
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creatures’ ear
With the sad tale of all your care;
Were half the breath thus vainly spent
To heaven in supplication sent,
Your cheerful song would oftener be,
“Hear what the Lord hath done for me.”