493		LM
	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.
2	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?
3	Did ever mourner plead with Thee, And Thou refuse that mourner’s plea? Does not Thy promise still remain, That none shall seek Thy face in vain?
4	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.
5	Bright is the lot that’s cast for me; I have an Advocate with Thee: They whom the worldling praises most, Have no such privilege to boast.
6	Poor though I am, despised, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not. And he is safe, and must succeed, For whom God undertakes to plead.
	William Cowper, 1731-1800