Songs 22

¹Why pour’st thou forth thine anxious plaint,

despairing of relief,

As if the Lord o’erlook’d thy cause,

and did not heed thy grief?

²Hast thou not known, hast thou not heard,

that firm remains on high

The everlasting throne of Him

who form’d the earth and sky?

³Art thou afraid his pow’r shall fail

when comes thy evil day?

And can an all‐creating arm

grow weary or decay?

⁴Supreme in wisdom as in pow’r

the Rock of ages stands;

Though him thou canst not see, nor trace

the working of his hands.

⁵He gives the conquest to the weak,

supports the fainting heart;

And courage in the evil hour

his heav’nly aids impart.

⁶Mere human pow’r shall fast decay,

and youthful vigour cease;

But they who wait upon the Lord,

in strength shall still increase.

⁷They with unweary’d feet shall tread

the path of life divine;

With growing ardour onward move,

with growing brightness shine.

⁸On eagles’ wings they mount, they soar,

their wings are faith and love,

Till, past the cloudy regions here,

they rise to heav’n above.