992    L.M.     T. Kelly
“An afflicted and poor people.” Zeph. 3. 12

1 “Poor and afflicted,” Lord, are thine,
  Among the great unfit to shine;
  But, though the world may think it strange,
  They would not with the world exchange.

2 “Poor and afflicted,” yes, they are;
  Their cup is filled with grief and care;
  But he who saved them by his blood,
  Makes every sorrow work for good.

3 “Poor and afflicted;” yet they sing,
  For Jesus is their glorious King;
  “Through sufferings perfect,” now he reigns,
  And shares in all their griefs and pains.

4 “Poor and afflicted;” but ere long
  They’ll join the bright celestial throng;
  Their sufferings then will reach a close,
  And heaven afford them sweet repose.

5 And while they walk the thorny way,
  They’re often heard to sigh and say,
  “Dear Saviour, come; O quickly come,
  And take thy mourning pilgrims home.”