O Thou Afflicted James Grant, 1784O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave,Whom no man can comfort, whom no man can save;With darkness surrounded, by terrors dismayed,In toiling and rowing thy strength is decayed.Loud roaring, the billows now nigh overwhelm;But skilful's the Pilot who sits at the helm;His wisdom conducts thee, his power thee defends,In safety and quiet thy warfare he ends."O fearful, O faithless!" in mercy he cries;"My promise, my truth, are they light in thy eyes?Still, still I am with thee; my promise shall stand;Through tempest and tossing, I'll bring thee to land."Forget thee I will not, I cannot; thy nameEngraved on my heart does for ever remain;The palms of my hands while I look on I seeThe wounds I received when suffering for thee."I feel at my heart all thy sighs and thy groans,For thou art most near me, my flesh and my bones;In all thy distresses thy Head feels the pain;Yet all are most needful; not one is in vain."Then trust me, and fear not; thy life is secure;My wisdom is perfect, supreme is my power;In love I correct thee, thy soul to refine,To make thee at length in my likeness to shine."