I, Truth, am thy Redeemer, come to Me;
Lay doom thy sin and pain and wild unrest;
And I will calm thy spirit’s stormy sea,
Pouring the oil of peace upon thy breast:
Friendless and lone – lo, I abide with thee.

Defeated and deserted, cast away,
What refuge hast thou? Whither canst thou fly?
Upon my changeless breast thy burdens lay;
I am thy certain refuge, even I:
All things are passing; I alone can stay.

Lo I, the Great Forsaken, am the Friend
Of the forsaken; I, whom men despise,
The weak, the helpless, and despised defend;
I gladden aching hearts and weeping eyes;
Rest thou in Me, I am thy sorrow’s end.

Lovers and friends and wealth, pleasures and fame –
These fail and change, and pass into decay;
But My Love does not change; and in thy blame
I blame thee not, nor turn my face away:
In my calm bosom hide thy sin and shame.

- James Allen, Light on Life’s Difficulties (1912)