In caves of hopelessness drawn close
Like uninvited fear,
We struggle with bleak emptiness
And cannot sense you near.
Yet in a moment unforeseen
Your wonders new unfold!
Even in the shadows, in the depths,
Your grace flows manifold.
From troughs of flailing and despair
When we must let all go
Comes waves of new embodiment
When God's true path we know.
Revive us now, O God of grace;
Restore each withered soul.
From depths and voids of bleak despair
Lift us and make us whole.
TEXT: Charles Spence Freeman, December 2024.
MUSIC: Tune CAITHNESS, Scottish Psalter, 1635; harm. The English Hymnal, 1906, alt.
I don't even know if I can make a useful comment on this. It's been like pulling teeth over a month and a half to get this to a semi-finished place, but apparently I wasn't going to be able to do anything else until this was done.
