TO God will I direct my prayer, And He will make my needs His care; I’ll trust Him still through times of grief, Though troubles seem without relief.
At times when trials and sorrows fall, When faithless fears and doubts appal, I ask in fear and bitterness: Will God forsake me in distress?
Has God forgotten to be kind? Shall I His promise faithless find? Will He cast off, and nevermore His favour to my soul restore?
Recalling times when faith was bright, And songs of gladness cheered each night, Those blessèd joys of long ago Make deeper still my present woe.
These doubts and fears which trouble me Are born of my infirmity; Though I am weak, God is most high, And on His goodness I’ll rely.
I’ll fix my gaze on things above And meditate upon Thy love; Recounting all Thy works and ways Until my heart responds in praise.
Based on The Psalter, 1912