1 When present suff'rings pain my heart,
Or future terrors rise,
And life and hope almost depart
From these dejected eyes:
2 Thy pow'rful word supports my hope,
Sweet cordial of the mind!
And bears my fainting spirit up,
And bids me wait resign'd.
3 And og! whate're of earthly bliss
Thy providence denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace
Let this petition rise:
4 Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From ev'ry murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,
And let me live to thee.
5 Let the sweet hope, that I am thine,
My path of life attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end!
|First Line:||When present suff'rings pain our hearts|
|Topic:||Duties of Piety|