A Prayer In Sorrow

My heart is at Thy feet,—my helpless heart!
I pray Thee bend and listen to my prayer;
Bend low, and comfort my most deep despair,
Since my sole help, sole comforter Thou art.
It is thy will that Joy and I should part;
Thy will be done—but have me in Thy care;
Unhelped by Thee the load I cannot bear—
My heart is at Thy feet, my helpless heart.

How can I go alone through life to death,
Confront each empty day and lonely night,
Each doubt and fear my soul that challengeth,
Except Thy strong arm put my foes to flight?
I cry to Thee, who gave my spirit breath—
Save me—O strong to save, as strong to smite!
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