Morphemics

The Face of God

And when my soul far down is cast
Into the depths of all my fears;
When I am forced from God to fast
But, day and night, my meat is tears;

When circumstance shows no way out
Of places that the world has led;
When all things seem to start and shout,
"Give up, give up-your God is dead!"

Then I will seek his countenance,
Who is my help in everything.
By faith, I'll praise the excellence
Of him who is my Lord and King.

And after him I'll ever thirst,
For he alone can make me whole.
In everything, I'll put him first-
The cross of Christ has saved my soul.

I will not ask the praise of man
Nor act that he may then applaud.
I'll strive to do whate'er I can
That I may see the face of God.