Poems (King)/Out of the Depths
Out of the Depths
IN this heart's hour of conflict, Mother mine,
I hasten unto thee!
Life's sky is gray, and storm-clouds darkly lower:
In pity look on me!
I hasten unto thee!
Life's sky is gray, and storm-clouds darkly lower:
In pity look on me!
God's Mother, hear my bruised heart's one cry,
Be near me lest I fall.
Temptations fierce assail my fainting soul:
Mother, on thee I call.
Be near me lest I fall.
Temptations fierce assail my fainting soul:
Mother, on thee I call.
Refuge of sinners, lo! to thee I come,
Who powerful art to save;
Speak to thy Son for me, that He may still
The storms that round me rave:
Who powerful art to save;
Speak to thy Son for me, that He may still
The storms that round me rave:
That as the sky, when tempests dark are o'er,
With light-beams oft is riven,
So to my sin-dark soul may He accord
One glimpse of thee and heaven!
With light-beams oft is riven,
So to my sin-dark soul may He accord
One glimpse of thee and heaven!