God of my life, to Thee I call, <br />Afflicted at Thy feet I fall; <br />When the great water-floods prevail, <br />Leave not my trembling heart to fail! <br /> <br />Friend of the friendless and the faint, <br />Where should I lodge my deep complaint, <br />Where but with Thee, whose open door <br />Invites the helpless and the poor! <br /> <br />Did ever mourner plead with Thee, <br />And Thou refuse the mourner's plea? <br />Does not the word still fix'd remain, <br />That none shall seek Thy face in vain? <br /> <br />That were a grief I could not bear, <br />Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer: <br />But a prayer-hearing, answering God <br />Supports me under every load. <br /> <br />Fair is the lot that's cast for me; <br />I have an Advocate with Thee; <br />They whom the world caresses most <br />Have no such privilege to boast. <br /> <br />Poor though I am, despised, forgot, <br />Yet God, my God, forgets me not: <br />And he is safe, and must succeed, <br />For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-upwards-in-a-storm/
