Richard Sampson - A prey to want, oppressed with wrong - текст песни (слова)

A prey to want, oppress'd with wrong,
 Awhile I pin'd; a hostile throng,
 Whose tongue to fraud has loos'd the reins,
 And lie with lie connected feigns,
 Against me urg'd, to scandal prone,
 The guilt my breast had never known;
 And left me helpless and forlorn,
 The friendship ill repaid to mourn,
 That, when affliction's weight they bare,
 Had taught my heart their woes to share. 
 
 While sickness wrapt them in its chain,
 And fix'd them on the bed of pain,
 My heart, that no affection ow'd,
 With sympathizing pity glow'd;
 I knew their suff'rings to bewail;
 And, sunk with grief, with fasting pale,
 To God, in sorrow's garb array'd,
 With humblest intercession pray'd;
 And found the pray'r their pride has spurn'd
 With blessings on my head return'd.