Text: | The Cry of the Afflicted |
Author: | Mrs. Hemans |
Lowly and solemn be
Thy children’s cry to Thee,
Father divine!
A hymn of suppliant breath,
Owning that life and death
Alike are Thine.
O Father, in that hour
When earth all helping power
Shall disavow;
When spear, and shield, and crown,
In faintness are cast down,
Sustain us Thou!
By him who bowed to take
The death-cup for our sake,
The thorn, the rod;
From whom the last dismay
Was not to pass away,
Aid us, O God!
And now beside the grave,
We call on Thee to save,
Father divine!
Hear, hear our suppliant breath;
Keep us, in life and death,
Thine, only Thine!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Lowly and solemn be |
Title: | The Cry of the Afflicted |
Author: | Mrs. Hemans |
Meter: | P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1866 |