Poor And Afflicted

Poor and afflicted, Lord are thine;
Among the great unfit to shine;
But though the world may think it strange,
They would not with the world exchange.

Poor and afflicted, yet they trust
In God, the gracious, wise, and just;
For them he deigns this lot to choose,
Nor would they dare his will refuse.

Poor and afflicted, oft they are
Sorely oppressed with want and care;
Yet he who saves them by his blood,
Makes every sorrow yeild them good.

Poor and afflicted–yet they sing,
For Christ, their glorious, conq’ring King,
Through suff’rings perfect, reigns on high,
And does their every need supply.

Poor and afflicted–yet ere long,
They’ll join the bright celestial throng,
And all their suff’rings then shall close,
And heav’n afford them sweet repose.

Poor and afflicted, filled with grief–
O Lord, afford us kind relief,
To cheer the heart that heaves a sigh,
And wipe the tears from every eye.