| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | Sacred Lyric | | By Isidore G. Ascher |
| | | WHEN Sorrow, blinded with her tears, | |
| 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, | 5 |
| O Lord of Hosts, to comfort me. | |
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| When, like rough winds in stormy skies, | |
| Fears lashed my heart and seared my brain, | |
| Until before my aching eyes | |
| Life’s joys were pitilessly slain, | 10 |
| Alone, I turned, O God, to Thee, | |
| To solace and to comfort me. | |
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| For cares may blind and gloom may shroud, | |
| And desolation chill the heart, | |
| But Thou canst rend the blackest cloud, | 15 |
| And heal life’s anguish and its smart; | |
| As humbly I may turn to Thee. | |
| O Lord of Hosts! to comfort me. | | | | |
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