Thompson, Clara Ann
|OUT OF THE DEEP.|
Out of the deep, I cry to Thee, oh Lord!
Out of the deep of darkness, and distress;
I cannot, will not doubt Thy blessed word,
Oh, God of righteousness!
I cry, and oh, my God, I know Thou'lt heed,
For Thou hast promised Thou wouldst
heed my cry;
I have no words to tell my deepest need,
Thou knowest oh, Most High!
Thou knowest all the pain,--the agony,
The grief I strive so vainly to express;
Oh let Thy shelt'ring wings spread over
Great God of tenderness!
I cannot, cannot cease to cry to Thee,
For oh, my God, this heart is not my own,
And as the streams press ever to the sea,
My heart turns to Thy throne.
And when too weak to lift my voice, I lie
In utter silence at Thy blessed feet,
Thou'lt know, that silence is my deepest cry,
Thy throne, my last retreat.
And shouldst Thou hide Thy face for aye,
My heart, though shattered, evermore
Out through the darkness, still in search
Oh God, my only hope!