Looking Upwards In A Storm
Olney Hymns, William Cowper, from Cowper's Poems, Sheldon & Company, New York
God of my life, to Thee I call, Friend of the friendless and the faint, Did ever mourner plead with Thee, That were a grief I could not bear, Fair is the lot that's cast for me; Poor though I am, despised, forgot,Afflicted at Thy feet I fall;
When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail!
Where should I lodge my deep complaint,
Where but with Thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor!
And Thou refuse that mourner's plea?
Does not the word still fix'd remain,
That none shall seek Thy face in vain?
Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer;
But a prayer-hearing, answering God
Supports me under every load.
I have an Advocate with Thee;
They whom the world caresses most
Have no such privilege to boast.
Yet God, my God, forgets me not:
And he is safe, and must succeed,
