Help, Lord, The Godly Fail!

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1 Help, Lord, the godly fail!
Help, Lord, the faithful flee!
And double hearts and tongues prevail
That taunt Thy saints and Thee.

2 With sophistries and lies
They cheat the simple soul,
Teach men Thy Gospel to despise,
And spurn Thy mild control.

3 But ah! there is a voice
In this dark growth of crimes,
That bids prophetic hearts rejoice
In hope of brighter times.

4 The Word these fools oppose
Can well their scoffs endure,
As silver from the furnace flows
More precious and more pure.

5 Their rage but sooner brings
The Lord to earth again;
And safe beneath almighty wings,
His Church shall rest till then.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9841

Author: Henry F. Lyte

Lyte, Henry Francis, M.A., son of Captain Thomas Lyte, was born at Ednam, near Kelso, June 1, 1793, and educated at Portora (the Royal School of Enniskillen), and at Trinity College, Dublin, of which he was a Scholar, and where he graduated in 1814. During his University course he distinguished himself by gaining the English prize poem on three occasions. At one time he had intended studying Medicine; but this he abandoned for Theology, and took Holy Orders in 1815, his first curacy being in the neighbourhood of Wexford. In 1817, he removed to Marazion, in Cornwall. There, in 1818, he underwent a great spiritual change, which shaped and influenced the whole of his after life, the immediate cause being the illness and death of a brother cler… Go to person page >

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First Line: Help, Lord, the godly fail!
Title: Help, Lord, The Godly Fail!
Author: Henry F. Lyte
Meter: 6.6.8.6
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain

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