God of My Life, to Thee I Call

God of my life

to Thee I call;

Afflicted

at Thy feet I fall;

When the great wa­ter floods pre­vail

Leave not my trem­bling heart to fail!

Friend of the friend­less and the saint

Where should I lodge my deep com­plaint?

Where but with Thee

whose op­en door

Invites the help­less and the poor!

Did ev­er mourn­er plead with Thee

And Thou re­fuse that mourn­er’s plea?

Does not the Word still fixed re­main

That none shall seek Thy face in vain?

That were a grief I could not bear

Didst Thou not hear and an­swer pray­er;

But a pray­er hear­ing

an­swer­ing God

Supports me un­der ev­ery load.

Fair is the lot that’s cast for me!

I have an ad­vo­cate with Thee;

They whom the world ca­ress­es most

Have no such pri­vi­lege to boast.

Poor though I am

des­pised

for­got

Yet God

my God

for­gets me not;

And he is safe

and must suc­ceed

For whom the Lord vouch­safes to plead.