OFFENDED Majesty! how long Wilt thou conceal thy face? How long refuse my fainting soul The succours of thy grace? While sorrow wrings my bleeding heart, And black despondence reigns; Satan exults at my complaints, And triumphs o'er my pains. Let thy returning spirit, Lord! Dispel the shades of night; Smile on my poor deserted soul, My God! thy smiles are light. While scoffers at thy sacred word Deride the pangs I feel, Deem my religion insincere, Or call it useless zeal. Yet will I ne'er repent my choice, I'll ne'er withdraw my trust; I know thee, Lord, a powerful friend, And kind, and wise, and just. To doubt Thy goodness would be base Ingratitude in me; Past favours shall renew my hopes, And fix my faith in Thee. Indulgent God! my willing tongue Thy praises shall prolong; For oh! Thy bounty fires my breast, And rapture swells my song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: LILLI ALM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JEWISH LULLABY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ON THE EMIGRATION TO AMERICA AND PEOPLING WESTERN COUNTRY by PHILIP FRENEAU EPISTLE TO MISS TERESA BLOUNT, ON HER LEAVING THE TOWN by ALEXANDER POPE THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER by ALEXANDER POPE EDEN BOWER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |