HEAVY, O Lord, on me thy judgments lie, Accursed I am, while God rejects my cry; O'erwhelmed in darkness and despair I groan, And every place is hell; for God is gone. O Lord! arise, and let thy beams control Those horrid clouds, that press my frighted soul; Save the poor wanderer from eternal night, Thou that art the God of light. Downward I hasten to my destined place; There none obtain thy aid, or sing thy praise. Soon I shall lie in death's deep ocean drowned: Is mercy there, or sweet forgiveness found; O save me yet, whilst on the brink I stand, Rebuke the storm, and waft my soul to land. O let her rest beneath thy wing secure, Thou that art the God of power. Behold the prodigal, to thee I come, To hail my father, and to seek my home! Nor refuge could I find, nor friend abroad, Straying in vice, and destitute of God. O let thy terrors, and my anguish end! Be thou my refuge, and be thou my friend; Receive the son thou didst so long reprove, Thou that art the God of love. |