1 O Thou, who plead’st the widow’s cause,
Who only canst repair my loss,
And sweeten all my woe,
Distressed, disconsolate, forlorn,
Let me in Thy dear bosom mourn,
Nor other comfort know.
2 A desolate soul, Thou know’st, I am;
For Thou hast called me by my name,
Thy poor afflicted one,
Hast in the fiery furnace tried,
And chose a mourner for Thy bride,
When all my joys were gone.
3 The soul whom more than life I loved,
Thy jealous mercy hath removed,
To make me wholly Thine:
With streaming eyes the Hand I see,
And bow me to the just decree,
And bless the love Divine.
4 Still would I pour my mournful tears,
And all my solemn days, or years,
In sacred sadness spend;
Instant in strong effectual prayers,
Till death release me from my cares,
And faith in vision end.
5 For this I in Thy Spirit groan,
Forsaken, comfortless, alone
I would with God abide;
Cut off from man, to Jesus cleave,
And never for a moment leave
My heav’nly Bridegroom’s side.
6 Allow, dear Lord, the widow’s plea,
And oh! shut up my soul with Thee,
Against the nuptial feast;
Make ready for that glorious day,
And then Thy spotless bride convey
To Thine eternal rest.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11875
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|The Cyber Hymnal #11875||O Thou, Who Plead'st The Widow's Cause||O Thou, who plead’st the widow’s cause||MERIBAH||Charles Wesley||88.68.86||<cite>Hymns and Sacred Poems</cite>, 1742, Vol. 2, Part 2|