1 Why have you cast us off, O Lord?
Return, return, Your Church to aid;
We sink beneath Your chastening rod!
O heal the breaches You have made!
2 How long will You, Your people prove?
How long the cup of trembling give?
Unfurl the banner of Your love;
Proclaim Your grace, and bid us live.
3 'Tis sweet in trouble's gathering night,
To muse on Your unfailing Word,
To think of all Your love and might,
And, trembling, trust in You, O Lord.
4 Vain is the help that earth affords,
Vain all that human hands bestow;
But You are with us, LORD of lords,
And soon we rise o'er ev'ry foe.
Source: Psalms of Grace #60a
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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