To God for Help Will I Repair

To God for help will I re­pair

To God will I direct my pray­er

And sure­ly He will an­swer me

His great sal­va­tion I shall see.

In long-con­tinued grief I stand

And seek the Lord with out­stretched hand;

I find no com­fort for my soul

The clouds of dark­ness o’er me roll.

I think of God and call to mind

His good­ness

yet no peace I find;

I still pour out my sad com­plaints

My bur­dened spir­it almost faints.

With sleep­less eyes and speech­less grief

I search the past to find relief

The for­mer years when days were bright

And songs of glad­ness cheered my night.

My con­stant me­di­ta­tions bring

My heart to an­xious quest­ion­ing:

Hast God cast off

and will He be

No long­er mer­ci­ful to me?

Has God for­got­ten to be kind?

Shall I His pro­mise faith­less find?

For me shall wrath hence­forth re­place

His ten­der mer­cies and His grace?

In weak­ness I was pressed with fear

But bet­ter hopes my spir­it cheer;

Past mer­cies lead me to re­ly

Upon the help of God Most High.

Thy deeds

O Lord

will I re­late

And on Thy won­ders me­di­tate;

Thy way

O God

is just and right

And none is like to Thee in might.

Among the na­tions Thou hast shown

Thy won­drous pow­er and made it known;

Thou art the God that migh­ti­ly

Redeemed and set Thy peo­ple free.

At sight of Thee the wa­ters fled

The quak­ing clouds their tor­rents shed

The light­nings flashed

the thun­der pealed

The trem­bling earth her fear re­vealed.

Thy way

O God

was in the sea

But

though Thy paths mys­te­ri­ous be

Thy peo­ple Thou didst safe­ly keep

As shep­herds lead their help­less sheep.