The widow and the fatherless,
Seek for his aid in sharp distress;
In him the poor and helpless find
A God just as a father kind.
'Leave thy fatherless children, I will preserve them alive:' and, Lord, thou hast preserved me
alive. Whilst thousands as good by nature, and better by practice, have gone to silence, thine eye
hath watched the helpless years of my infancy and youth, and thou didst preserved me from
thousands of temptations to which I have been exposed. And let thy widows trust in me; Lord, in
thee I have trusted, let me never be confounded.
'Thou shalt by no means afflict any fatherless child: if thou afflict them, and they cry at all
unto me, I will surely hear their cry.' Lord, when mine enemies multiplied themselves against me,
then I cried unto thee in my trouble, and thou didst deliver me from all my distresses. Thou didst
behold from thy holy habitation, that I was wrongfully persecuted, and that there was none to
help. Then was thine anger kindled, and that wrath waxed hot against mine adversaries, and thine
own arm saved me, and thine
48own right arm wrought salvation. Thou didst vindicate my cause in the presence of mine enemies,
and didst bring forth my righteousness to light as the noon-day. "Let all those be ashamed that
wrongfully persecute my soul; that say unto me, ha, ha, where is thy God?"
Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name. Come, magnify the
Lord, with me, and let us exalt his name together. I cried unto him in my trouble, and he delivered
me from all my distresses. Come, all ye that have breath, and I will tell you what great things the
Lord hath done for my soul: how he hath delivered my feet from the miry clay and the horrible pit,
and hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God. What shall I render unto the
Lord for all his benefits? I will take the cup of salvation, and will pay my vows before him in the
presence of all his people. I will consecrate my soul and body, and all the powers of my mind, to
his service, from this time henceforth, yea, even for ever more: for his mercies are more to me
than the hairs of my head, or the sands upon the sea shore. Trust not in an arm of flesh; for vain is
the help of man. Come, all ye poor and needy, ye widows and fatherless, trust in the Lord; he is
your help and your shield; for whom he loved, he chasteneth, even as a father the son in whom he
delighted; neither doth he willingly affect nor grieve the children of men. Although the fig-tree
shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vine, yet will I rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the
God of my salvation.