I. Should famine o'er the mourning field
Extend her desolating reign,
Nor spring her blooming beauties yield,
Nor autumn swell the fruitful grain:
II. Should lowing herds, and bleating sheep
Around their famish'd master die;
And hope itself despairing weep,
While life deplores its last supply:
III. Amid the dark, the deathful scene,
If I can say, The Lord is mine,
The joy shall triumph o'er the pain,
And glory dawn, though life decline.
IV. The God of my salvation lives;
My nobler life he will sustain;
His word immortal vigor gives,
Nor shall my glorious hopes be vain.
V. Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart,
Though ev'ry earthly comfort die;
Thy smile can bid my pains depart,
And raise my sacred pleasures high.
VI. O let me hear thy blissful voice,
Inspiring life and joys divine!
The barren desert shall rejoice,
'Tis paradise, if thou art mine.
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First Line: | Should famine o'er the mourning field |
Title: | Faith in God in a time of Distress |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1760 |
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