To God Will I Direct My Prayer

Verse 1

To God will I direct my prayer, And He will make my needs His care; I trust Him still, though in my grief No answer yet has bought relief; With hands stretched out through all the night, Uncomforted I sought for light.

Verse 2

The thought of God brought me no peace, But rather made my fears increase; With sleepless eyes and speechless pain My fainting spirit grieved in vain; The blessedness of long ago Made deeper still my present woe.

Verse 3

Recalling days when faith was bright, When songs of gladness filled my night, I pondered o'er my grievous woes And searching questioning arose: Will God cast off, and nevermore His favor to my soul restore?

Verse 4

I asked in fear and bitterness, Will God forsake me in distress? Shall I His promise faithless find? Has God forgotten to be kind? Has He in anger hopelessly Removed His love and grace from me?

Verse 5

These doubts and fears that troubled me Were born of my infirmity; Though I am weak, God is most high, And on His goodness I rely; Of all His wonders I will tell, And on His deeds my thoughts shall dwell.