Tune: VENI EMMANUEL

Words: The Psalter, 1912, alt.

Music: Latin hymn, 15th c.

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To God I will 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 stretched out through all the night,
uncomforted, I sought for light.

The thought of God brought me no peace,
but made my anxious fears increase;
with sleepless eye and searing pain
my fainting spirit grieved in vain.
The blessed days of long ago
made deeper still my present woe.

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 from 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 heart shall dwell.
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