Father of mercies! God most high,

Deign graciously to hear me,

Thou say’st, “Knock at my door and cry,

In time of need draw near me.

As urgently

Thou long’st, to thee

I’ll come to help and raise thee,

That with thy mouth,

In very truth,

Thou joyfully may’st praise me.”

Commit to God, both morn and night,

Thy ways, and doings ever;

He knoweth how to guide thee right,

And always will deliver.

To Him reveal

Whate’er dost feel

Thy heart to sorrow moveth;

He is Thy Lord,

Knows how to guard

And shield thee whom He loveth.

For His belovèd child will care

The faithful loving Father;

Who righteous and believing are,

He to His rest will gather.

Then, people dear,

Hope ever here

On Him who aye relieves you;

His throne before

Your hearts outpour,

Tell Him whatever grieves you!

Ah! God our Shield! Thy word how sweet

It sounds to Thine afflicted:

“I’ll come to thee with succour meet,

When thy heart is dejected.

He loveth me,

So lov’d shall be,

Secure for aye I’ll make him,

From care all free

Shall sit by me,

I’ll to my bosom take him.”

The Lord to them is ever nigh

Who trustfully draw near Him,

He’s at their side whene’er they cry,

Helps them o’ercome, who fear Him.

In misery

Who low do lie,

He raiseth and relieveth,

And joy imparts

To fainting hearts,

Them pow’r and might he giveth.

“In truth, who my great name doth fear,”

Saith Christ, “and firm believeth,

God doth regard his pray’r sincere,

His heart’s wish freely giveth.”

Then one and all

Draw near and call,

Who asketh, he obtaineth;

Who seeketh there,

The fruit so fair

With great advantage gaineth.

Hear what yon unjust judge doth say:

“This widow’s supplication

I must regard, lest day by day

Her coming cause vexation.”

His people’s cry

Shall God deny,

Who day and night are praying?

It cannot be,

He’ll set them free

From woe, not long delaying.

For when the just shed tears through care,

God soon with joy relieveth,

To those who broken-hearted are,

Again He laughter giveth.

He’ll suffer woe

Who will below

’Mid men be godly living;

But at his side

Will God abide,

Him grace sufficient giving.

“A moment I’ve forsaken thee,

And left thee in temptation;

With mercy great, as thou shalt see,

And boundless consolation,

I’ll give the crown,

And to the throne

Of glory shall I raise thee,

To joy convert

Thy grief and hurt,

Thou evermore shalt praise me.”

Ah! gracious God, ah! Father’s heart!

For years my consolation!

Why dost Thou let me feel such smart,

Pass through such tribulation?

My sad heart aches,

My eye awakes,

And bitter tears sheds ever,

My face once bright

Doth lose its light,

From sighing ceasing never.

How long, O blessèd Lord! wilt Thou,

Unmindful of me, leave me?

How long shall I in grief lie low,

And inward sorrow grieve me?

How long wilt chide,

And Thy face hide,

In darkness let me languish?

Say, when care’s load

Shall cease, my God!

To wring my heart with anguish?

Wilt Thou eternally repel,

And show Thy goodness never?

And shall Thy word and promise fail,

Be put to shame for ever?

Doth wrath so burn,

That Thou’lt ne’er turn

To me, and stand beside me?

Yet, Lord, I will

Cleave to Thee still,

Thy hand in all can guide me.

My heart amid earth’s misery

For Thee, O Lord! is aching;

My God! I wait and hope in Thee,

Let not shame me o’ertaking;

Thy friend in woe

Plunge, or the foe

Give cause for jubilation;

But, Lord, may I

Rejoice, rais’d high,

In glorious exaltation.

Ah! Lord, Thou true and faithful art,

Thy heart can ne’er disown me;

Nerve me in fight to bear my part,

With victory then crown me!

Lay Thou on me

The load, by Thee

Appointed, that I bear it.

When Thou the rod

Dost use, my God!

In measure may I share it!

Thy strength, O Lord! is infinite,

Thy hand hath all created,

Could all again with ruin smite,

Its pow’r is unabated.

We sound Thy name

With high acclaim,

As Lord of Hosts we own Thee!

In counsel right

No skill nor might

Can foil, nor e’er dethrone Thee.

Thou who dost Israel console,

Thou, Saviour, in affliction!

Ah! why permittest Thou my soul

To sink in sore dejection?

Thou dost not rest,

Thou’rt as a guest,

Who’rt in the land a stranger!

A hero Thou

Whose courage low

Sinks ’fore disgrace or danger?

Nay, Lord, not such a one art Thou!

My inmost heart believeth;

Thou standest firm, ’mid us shines now

The light that Thy word giveth.

Here restest Thou,

Lord, with us now;

Who call upon Thee ever,

At fitting hour

Wilt by Thy pow’r

From ev’ry woe deliver.

O Lord! my lengthen’d tale is o’er,

Then hear Thou my petition,

Help me, who often at Thy door

Have knock’d, and sought admission.

Help, Helper, me!

I’ll joyfully

Thankoff’rings lay before Thee;

And when life’s o’er

Shall evermore

In heav’n above adore Thee.