PRAYER, UNDER AFFLICTION. __ ALMIGHTY pow’r, who wings the storm, And calms the raging wind, Restore health to my wasted form, And tranquilize my mind. For, ah! how poignant is the grief Which self-misconduct brings, When racking pains find no
relief, And injur’d conscience
stings. Let penitence forgiveness
plead, Hear lenient mercy’s claims, Thy justice let be satisfied, And blotted out my crimes. But should thy sacred law of Right, Seek life, a sacrifice, O! haste
that awful, solemn night, When death shall veil mine eyes. |