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LORD, HEAR MY PRAYER; A PARAPHRASE OF THE 102ND PSALM, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Lord, hear my prayer when trouble glooms
Last Line: But still regard the destitute
Subject(s): Bible; Prayer; Religion; Theology


Lord, hear my prayer when trouble glooms,
Let sorrow find a way,
And when the day of trouble comes,
Turn not thy face away:
My bones like hearthstones burn away,
My life like vapoury smoke decays.

My heart is smitten like the grass,
That withered lies and dead,
And I, so lost to what I was,
Forget to eat my bread.
My voice is groaning all the day,
My bones prick through this skin of clay.

The wilderness's pelican,
The desert's lonely owl --
I am their like, a desert man
In ways as lone and foul.
As sparrows on the cottage top
I wait till I with fainting drop.

I hear my enemies reproach,
All silently I mourn;
They on my private peace encroach,
Against me they are sworn.
Ashes as bread my trouble shares,
And mix my food with weeping cares.

Yet not for them is sorrow's toil,
I fear no mortal's frowns --
But thou hast held me up awhile
And thou has cast me down.
My days like shadows waste from view,
I mourn like withered grass in dew.

But thou Lord shall endure forever
All generations through
Thou shalt to Zion be the giver
Of joy & mercy too
Her very stones are in their trust
Thy servants reverence her dust

Heathens shall hear and fear thy name
All kings of earth thy glory know
When thou shalt build up Zion's fame
& live in glory there below
He'll not despise their prayers though mute
But still regard the destitute




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