A Prayer of Trust by Mrs. Henry Lucas

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Aug 20, 1903

A Prayer of Trust

By Mrs. Henry Lucas

O LORD, I call on thee when sore dismayed, And thou wilt hear my voice and lend me aid, Nor shall I be of myriads afraid For thou wilt ever be The portion of my lot—thou savest me.

In troubled times thy mercy's plenteous store Is full to overflowing evermore, And when in straitness I my plaint outpour, With words entreating thee, Then with enlargement thou dost answer me.

Make known thy love to those that trust and pray, To those who hold thy name their keep and stay, Waiting for thy salvation day by day. Yea, who, O Lord, but thee, Shall make me glad? who else deliver me?

Do thou from heavenly heights my pain behold, And lead me back unto thy sheltering fold, That I may answer scorners as of old; Yea, though my dwelling be In darkest night, God is a light to me.

—From the Hebrew, translated by Mrs. Henry Lucas.