THY judgements God, are holy, right, and just, Tho' evils press, and tho' we sink to dust; Tho' darkness shroud thy throne, and clouds thy face, I cleave to thee and hope thy pardoning grace. Firm is thy truth, thy promise ever sure, And Jesus' blood my safety will procure; Thy mercy beams with full resplendent ray, And opes the portals of eternal day. Before thy throne I bow beneath thy rod, And own the arm and angry frown of God; Thy hand I feel nor dare thy dreadful power, Support me, God, in this tremendous hour. What e'er my doom, what e'er my state shall be, O grant me still to put my trust in thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ALTAR STONE by RICHARD ALEXANDER ON HOMER'S BIRTHPLACE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON ARMSTRONG'S GOOD NIGHT by THOMAS ARMSTRONG AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF HIS AUNT, ELIZABETH SKRYMSHER by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE STREET CHILDREN'S DANCE by MATHILDE BLIND |