Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917.
By Isidore G. AscherSacred Lyric
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Upon my life in darkness stole
And quenched my hopes and roused my fears,
And smote and pierced my weary soul,
O, then, I turned my heart to Thee,
O Lord of Hosts, to comfort me.
Fears lashed my heart and seared my brain,
Until before my aching eyes
Life’s joys were pitilessly slain,
Alone, I turned, O God, to Thee,
To solace and to comfort me.
And desolation chill the heart,
But Thou canst rend the blackest cloud,
And heal life’s anguish and its smart;
As humbly I may turn to Thee.
O Lord of Hosts! to comfort me.