God of my life, O Lord most high

Verse 1

God of my life, O Lord most high, To thee by day and night I cry; Vouchsafe my mournful voice to hear, To my distress incline Thine ear.

Verse 2

Like those whose strength and hopes are fled, They number me among the dead; Like those who, shrouded in the grave, From thee no more remembrance have.

Verse 3

Wilt Thou by miracle revive The dead, whom Thou forsook'st alive? Shall the mute grave thy love confess, A mouldering tomb Thy faithfulness?

Verse 4

To Thee, O Lord, I cry forlorn, My prayer prevents the early morn: Why hast Thou, Lord, my soul forsook, Nor once vouchsafed a gracious look?

Verse 5

Companions dear and friends beloved Far from my sight thou hast removed: God of my life, O Lord most high, Vouchsafe to hear my mournful cry!