Thomas Kelly captured a thought from Zephaniah 3:12 in his blessed hymn “Poor and Afflicted.” Kelly (1769–1855) was a Church of Ireland cleric from his ordination in 1792 to 1803, when he broke with this church. His evangelical views were influenced by Rowland Hill, William Romaine, John Walker, and the Haldane brothers. Kelly was a prolific hymnist, writing over 700 hymns. These were published in A Collection of Psalms and Hymns (1802), Hymns on Various Passages of Scripture (1804), Hymns of Thomas Kelly, Never Before Published (1815), and other places. “Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious” is possibly his best-known hymn.
I will also leave in the midst of thee an afflicted and poor people, and they shall trust in the name of the Lord. Zeph. iii. 12.
1. “Poor and afflicted,” Lord, are thine,
Among the great unfit to shine;
But tho’ the world may think it strange,
They would not with the world exchange.
2. “Poor and afflicted,” Yes, they are;
They’re not exempt from grief and care;
But he who sav’d them by his blood,
Makes ev’ry sorrow yield them good.
3. “Poor and afflicted,” Tis their lot;
They know it, and they murmur not;
’Twould ill become them to refuse
The state their Master deign’d to choose.
4. “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.
5. “Poor and afflicted,” But ere long,
They’ll join the bright, celestial throng;
Their sufferings then will reach a close,
And heav’n afford them sweet repose.
6. 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.”
Other stanzas and variations that have been added to this hymn are:
Poor and afflicted, yet they trust
In God, the gracious, wise and just;
For them He deigns this lot to choose,
Nor would they dare His will refuse.
Poor and afflicted, oft they are
Sorely oppressed with want and care;
Yet He who saves them by His blood,
Makes every sorrow yield them good.
Poor and afflicted—yet they sing,
For Christ, their glorious, conquering King,
Through sufferings perfect, reigns on high,
And does their every need supply.
O Lord, afford us kind relief,
To cheer the heart that heaves a sigh,
And wipe the tears from every eye.
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