Awake the Sacred Song

In Affliction

Why is my heart with grief oppressed?
Can all the pains I feel or fear,
Make thee, my soul, forget thy rest,
Forget that God, thy God, is near?

^*O may this weak, this fainting mind,
A father's hand adoring see;
Confess thee just, and wise, and kind,
And trust thy word and cling to thee.

Hast thou not often call'd the Lord
Thy refuge, thy almighty friend?
And canst thou fear to trust that word
On which thy hopes of heaven depend?

Lord, form my temper to thy will
If thou my faith and patience prove,
May every painful stroke fulfill
Thy purposes of faithful love.

^* This verse is used as a refrain in my setting.