THE PLIGHT OF EVERY MAN . . .
By Robert Fitt
O man, observe my sin and sadness.
I ask of you . . . a comfort be;
Reach out to me with love and gladness,
Your hands alone can rescue me.
Need I drown in sea or sorrow
Once my plight is known to thee?
Please wait thou not until tomorrow,
Reach out ! . . . and rescue me!