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1 O LORD, why hide Thou Thy face,
While dangers round me close?
Return in all Thy power and grace,
And save me from my foes.
2 The haters of Thy Word and Name,
My firmness fiercely prove;
And through Thy servant's fall would aim,
A wound at Him I love.
3 Arise, O LORD, their rage control,
Blow down the swelling wave;
Arise to help the poor in soul,
And snatch him from the grave.
4 Thy grace prepares the heart to pray,
Ad hears its humble plea:
Arise to be the trembler's stay,
Arise to rescue me!
Source: Psalms of Grace #10a
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 >| First Line: | O LORD, why hide Thou Thy face |
| Title: | O LORD, Why Hide Thou Thy Face |
| Author: | Henry Francis Lyte (alt.) |
| Meter: | 8.6.8.6 |
| Language: | English |
| Copyright: | Public Domain |
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