Poems you ought to know . my only rock, I mercy in thy justice praise. The mystic mazes of thy will, The shadows of celestial past the power of human skill; But what the Eternal acts is right. Oh, teach me in the trying hour,When anguish swells the dewy tear, To still my sorrows, own thy power,Thy goodness love, thy justice fear. If in this bosom aught but theeEncroaching sought a boundless sway, Omniscience could the danger see,And Mercy look the cause away. Then why, my soul, dost thou drooping seek the dark recess? Shake off the melancholy God create
Poems you ought to know . my only rock, I mercy in thy justice praise. The mystic mazes of thy will, The shadows of celestial past the power of human skill; But what the Eternal acts is right. Oh, teach me in the trying hour,When anguish swells the dewy tear, To still my sorrows, own thy power,Thy goodness love, thy justice fear. If in this bosom aught but theeEncroaching sought a boundless sway, Omniscience could the danger see,And Mercy look the cause away. Then why, my soul, dost thou drooping seek the dark recess? Shake off the melancholy God created all to bless. But ah! my breast is human still; The rising sigh, the falling languid vitals* feeble rill, The sickness of my soul declare. 144 But yet, with fortitude resigned,Ill thank the inflicter of the blow; Forbid the sigh, compose my let the gush of misery flow. The gloomy mantle of the night,Which on my sinking spirit steals, Will vanish at the morning light. Which God, my east, my sun, 145
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