"I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul. I cried unto Thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my Refuge and my Portion in the land of the living" (Psalm 142:4,5).
How much I was shaken that day when I cried
Concluding that none would care for my soul;
But I was mistaken, since Christ for me died:
The work now is done and my debt paid in full!
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