Friend of the Friendless

God of my life, to Thee I call;

Afflicted, at Thy feet I fall:

When the great water-floods prevail,

Leave not my trembling heart to fail.

Friend of the friendless and the faint,

Where should I lodge my deep complaint?

Where but with Thee, whose open door

Invites the helpless and the poor?

Did ever mourner plead with Thee,

And Thou refuse that mourner’s plea?

Does not the word still fixed remain,

That none shall seek Thy face in vain?

That were a grief I could not bear,

Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer;

But a prayer-hearing, answering God

Supports me under every load.

Fair is the lot that’s cast for me;

I have an Advocate with Thee;

They whom the world caresses most

Have no such privilege to boast.

Poor thou I be, despised, forgot,

Yet God, my God, forgets me not;

And he is safe, and must succeed,

For whom the Lord Himself does plead.