Poems (Hoffman)/Hope in God
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HOPE IN GOD
Why art thou cast down my Soul,
Why disquieted within me?
Though the billows o'er thee roll,
Trouble's waters shall not win thee,
Though the fiery flames consign
Thy frail earthly house to ashes,
Lo, a quenchless flame is thine,
O'er the night of death it flashes;
Hope in God, thou shalt not die,
Spirit of the Eternal Spirit;
He it is who hears thy cry,
Whom alone thy praise doth merit.
Why disquieted within me?
Though the billows o'er thee roll,
Trouble's waters shall not win thee,
Though the fiery flames consign
Thy frail earthly house to ashes,
Lo, a quenchless flame is thine,
O'er the night of death it flashes;
Hope in God, thou shalt not die,
Spirit of the Eternal Spirit;
He it is who hears thy cry,
Whom alone thy praise doth merit.