These beautiful verses are composed by Srila Rupa Goswami. They appear in his book – Stavamala.

(1)
viracaya mayi daṇḍaḿ dīna-bandho dayāḿ vā
gatir iha na bhavattaḥ kācid anyā mamāsti
nipatatu śata-koṭir nirmalaḿ vā navāmbhas
tad api kila payodaḥ stūyate cātakena

TRANSLATION
O Lord of the poor, do what You like with me, give me either mercy or punishment, but in this world I have none to look to except Your Lordship. The cataka bird always prays for the cloud, regardless of whether it showers rains or throws a thunderbolt.

(2)
pracīnānāḿ bhajanam atulaḿ duṣkaraḿ śṛṇvato me
nairyāsena jvalati hṛdayaḿ bhakti-leśālasasya
viśva-drīcīm aghahara tavākarṇya kāruṇya-vīcīm
āśā-bindūkṣitam idam upety antare hanta śaityam

TRANSLATION

I am very weak and lazy to do even the smallest devotional service and so when I hear of the peerless and difficult-to-perform services performed by the great devotees in ancient times, my heart burns with despair. O Lord, O killer of Aghasura, when I hear that Your waves of mercy splash everyone from the demigod Brahma down to the most insignificant creature, then my heart becomes sprinkled with a cooling drop of hope.