To God Will I Direct My Prayer

To God will I di­rect my pray­er

And He will make my needs His care;

I trust Him still

though in my grief

No an­swer yet has brought re­lief;

With hands out­stretched through all the night

Uncomforted I sought for light.

The thought of God brought me no peace

But ra­ther made my fears in­crease;

With sleep­less eyes and speech­less pain

My faint­ing spir­it grieved in vain;

The bless­ed­ness of long ago

Made deep­er still my pre­sent woe.

Recalling days when faith was bright

When songs of glad­ness filled my night

I pon­dered o’er my griev­ous woes

And search­ing quest­ion­ing arose;

Will God cast off

and nev­er­more

His fa­vor to my soul re­store?

I asked in fear and bit­ter­ness:

Will God for­sake me in dis­tress?

Shall I His pro­mise faith­less find?

Has God for­got­ten to be kind?

Has He in an­ger hope­less­ly

Removed His love and grace from me?

These doubts and fears that trou­bled me

Were born of my in­fir­mi­ty;

Though I am weak

God is most high

And on His goodness I re­ly;

Of all His won­ders

I will tell

And on His deeds my thoughts shall dwell.