Psa_56:13
He saw that he had fallen, and this led him to seek for upholding grace. Let us now confess our own failings, and beseech the Lord to deliver our feet from falling in the future.
God counts the sorrows of his saints,
Their groans affect his ears;
Thou hast a book for my complaints,
A bottle for my tears.
When to thy throne I raise my cry,
The wicked fear and flee:
So swift is prayer to reach the sky;
So near is God to me.
In thee, most holy, just and true,
I have reposed my trust;
Nor will I fear what man can do,
The offspring of the dust.
Evening