My God, thy suppliant hear: <br />Afford a gentle ear: <br />For I am comfortless, <br />And labour in distress. <br /> <br />Thy servant, Lord, defend, <br />Whose hopes on Thee depend: <br />From wasting sorrow free <br />The heart long vowed to Thee. <br /> <br />For Thou art God alone, <br />To tender pity prone, <br />Propitious unto all <br />Who on thy mercy call. <br /> <br />But, O Thou King of kings, <br />From whom sweet mercy springs,- <br />Then ready to be found <br />When troubles most abound,- <br /> <br />O hear my fervent prayer, <br />And take me to thy care; <br />Direct me in thy way; <br />So shall I never stray.<br /><br />George Sandys<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-god-thy-suppliant-hear/
