LXXXV. God of my Life, look gently down

1 God of my Life, look gently down,
Behold the Pains I feel.
But I am dumb before thy Throne,
Nor dare dispute thy Will.

2 Diseases are thy Servants, Lord,
They come at thy Command;
I'll not attempt a murm'ring Word,
Against thy chast'ning Hand.

3 Yet I may plead with humble Cries,
Remove thy sharp Rebukes;
My Strength consumes, my Spirit dies,
Through thy repeated Strokes.

4 Crush'd as a Moth beneath thy Hand,
We moulder to the Dust;
Our feeble Pow'rs can ne'er withstand,
And all our beauty's lost.

[5 This mortal Life decays apace,
How soon the Bubble's broke!
Adam and all his num'rous Race
Are Vanity and Smoke.]

6 I'm but a sojourner below,
As all my Father's were;
May I be well prepar'd to go,
When I the Summons hear.

7 But if my Life be spar'd a while,
Before my last remove,
Thy Praise shall be my Buis'ness still,
And I'll declare thy Love.

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First Line: God of my Life, look gently down
Language: English
Publication Date: 1791
Topic: Penitential Hymns; liturgical: Confession Songs
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