God of my life, to thee I call
1
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.
2
Friend of the friendless and the faint,Where shall I lodge my deep complaint?Where but with thee, whose open doorInvites the helpless and the poor?
3
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?
4
Poor though I am, despised, forgot,Yet God, my God, forgets me not;And he is safe and must succeedFor whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.