1 O Gof of my salvation, hear
My nightly groan, my daily prayer,
That still employ my wasting breath;
My soul, declining to the grave,
Implores thy sovereign power to save
From dark despair and lasting death.
2 Thy wrath lies heavy on my soul,
And waves of sorrows o'er me roll,
While dust and silence spread the gloom:
My friends, belov'd in happier days,
The dear companions of my ways,
Descend around me to the tomb.
3 As, lost in lonely grief, I tread
The mournful mansions of the dead,
Or to some throng'd assembly go;
Through all alike I rove alone,
While, here forgot and there unknown,
The change renews my piercing woe.
4 And why will God neglect my call?
Or who shall profit by my fall,
When life departs and love expires?
Can dust and darkness praise the Lord?
Or wake, or brighten at his word,
And tune the harp with heavenly quires?
5 Yet through each melancholy day,
I've pray'd to thee, and still will pray,
Imploring still thy kind return —
But oh! my friends, my comforts, fled,
And all my kindred of the dead
Recal my wandering thoughts to mourn.
|First Line:||O God of my salvation, hear|
|Title:||Loss of Friends, and absence of Divine Grace|
|Meter:||As the 113th|
|Topic:||Confession: of sin, repentance, and pardon|