Good God! when thou thy inward grace dost shower Into my brest, How full of light and lively power Is then my soul! How am I blest! How can I then all difficulties devour! Thy might Thy spright With ease my combrous enemy controll. If thou once turn away thy face and hide Thy chearfull look, My feeble flesh may not abide That dreadfull stound, I cannot brook Thy absence. My heart with care and grief then gride Doth fail, Doth quail, My life steals from me, at that hidden wound. My phansie's then a burden to my mind, Mine anxious thought Betrayes my reason, makes me blind: Near dangers drad Make me distraught. Supriz'd with fear, my senses all I find. In hell I dwell Opprest with horrour, pain and sorrow sad. My former Resolutions all are fled, Slip't over my tongue, My Faith, my Hope, and Joy, are dead. Assist my heart Rather then my song My God! my Saviour! when I'm ill bested Stand by, And I Shall bear with courage, undeserved smart. |