1 Seems it in my anguish lone,
As if God forsook His own,
Yet I hold the knowledge fast,
God will surely help at last.
2 Though awhile it be delayed,
He denieth not His aid;
Though it come not oft with speed,
It will surely come at need.
3 As a father not too soon
Grants his child the longed-for boon,
So our God gives when He will;
Wait His pleasure and be still.
4 I can rest in thoughts of Him,
When all courage else grows dim,
For I know my soul shall prove
His is more than father's love.
5 Would the powers of ill affright,
I can smile at all their might;
Or the cross be pressing sore,
God, my God, lives evermore!
6 Man may hate me causelessly,
Man my plot to ruin me,
Foes my heart may pierce and rend;
God in heaven is still my Friend.
7 Earth against me may declare,
For her love I do not care,
Though the world bear me a grudge,
God my Father is my Judge.
8 Earth may all her gifts deny,
Safe my treasure is on high;
And if heaven at last be mine,
All things else I can resign.
9 I renounce thee willingly,
World, I hate what pleases thee;
Baneful every gift of thine,
Only be, my God, still mine.
10 Ah! Lord, if but Thee I have,
Naught of other good I crave,
Bright is even death's dark road,
If but Thou art there, my God!
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First Line: | Seems it in my anguish lone |
Meter: | 7s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Cross and Comfort |