Classic Poem

Amid the shadows and the fears
That overcloud this home of tears,
Amid my poverty and sin,
The tempest and the war within,
I cast my soul on Thee,
Mighty to save even me,
Jesus, thou Son of God!

Drifting across a sunless sea,
Cold, heavy mist encurtaining me;
Toiling along life's broken road,
With snares around and foes abroad,
I cast my soul on Thee,
Mighty to save even me,
Jesus, thou Son of God!

Mine is a day of fear and strife,
A needy soul, a needy life,
A needy world, a needy age;
Yet in my perilous pilgrimage,
I cast my soul on Thee,
Mighty to save even me,
Jesus, thou Son of God!

To Thee I come; — ah, only thou
Canst wipe the sweat from off this brow;
Thou, only thou canst make me whole,
And soothe the fever of my soul;
I cast my soul on Thee,
Mighty to save even me,
Jesus, thou Son of God!

On Thee I rest; — thy love and grace
Are my sole rock and resting-place,
In Thee, my thirst and hunger sore
Lord, let me quench for evermore.
I cast my soul on Thee,
Mighty to save even me,
Jesus, thou Son of God!

'Tis earth, not heaven; 'tis night, not noon;
The sorrowless is coming soon;
But till the morn of love appears,
Which ends the travail and the tears,
I cast my soul on Thee,
Mighty to save even me.
Jesus, thou Son of God!