I AM THE SUPPLIANT
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Work for me, I beseech Thee, marvels now,
O Lord of Hosts! in mercy lull our fears;
Answer with potent signs, and be not Thou
Silent unto my tears.
Open Thine hand exalted, nor revile
The hearts not comforted, but pierced with care,
Praying with fervent lips, that know not guile,
O hearken to my prayer!
Look Thou upon my sorrow, I implore,
But not upon the sin that laid me low;
Judge, God, the cause of mine affliction sore;
Let me not see my woe.
O Thou, my Maker! I have called on Thee,
Pictured my thought to Thee, pronounced my word;
And at the time my spirit failed in me,
Remembered I the Lord.
