IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When I lie within my bed, Sick at heart, and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the house doth sigh and weep, And the world is drowned in sleep, Yet mine eyes the watch do keep Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the artless doctor sees No one hope but of his fees, And his skill runs on the lees, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When his potion and his pill Has or none or little skill Meet for nothing but to kill, -- Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the passing-bell doth toll, And the Furies, in a shoal, Come to fright a parting soul, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the tapers now burn blue, And the comforters are few, And that number more than true, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the priest his last hath prayed, And I nod to what is said 'Cause my speech is now decayed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When, God knows, I'm tost about Either with despair or doubt, Yet before the glass be out, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the tempter me pursu'th With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the flames and hellish cries Fright mine ears, and fright mine eyes And all terrors me surprise, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the judgment is revealed, And that opened which was sealed, -- When to thee I have appealed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN by WASHINGTON ALLSTON ON THE DEATH OF MR. WILLIAM HERVEY by ABRAHAM COWLEY ON MAN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR RUNNING THE BATTERIES by HERMAN MELVILLE SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 156 by PETRARCH BARBARA FRIETCHIE [SEPTEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ROUNDEL FOR THESE TIMES by ADELIA DOOLITTLE BAUER THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 53. FAREWELL TO JULIET (15) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |