Who leave the world s deceitful shore,
And leave it to return no more.
5 Though tempest-toss d and half a wreck,
My Saviour through the floods I seek ;
Let neither winds nor stormy main
Force back my shatter d bark again.
19.
Looking upwards in a Storm. C.
1 GOD of my life, to thee I call,
Afflicted at thy feet I fall ;
When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail !
2 Friend of the friendless and the faint,
Where should I lodge my deep complaint ?
Where but with thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor ?
3 Did ever mourner plead with thee,
And thou refuse that mourner s plea ?
Does not the word still fix d remain
That none shall seek thy face in vain ?
4 That were a grief I could not bear,
Didst thou not hear and answer pray r ;
But a pray r-hearing, answ ring God,
Supports me under every load.
5 Fair is the lot that s cast for me,
I have an Advocate with thee :
They whom the world caresses most
Have no such privilege to boast.
6 Poor though I am, despised, forgot,
Yet God, my God, forgets me not ;
And he is safe and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.
