Melancholy Thoughts Reproved; or, Hope in Affliction

Verse 1

My spirit sinks with me, Lord, But I will call thy name to mind, And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind.

Verse 2

Huge troubles with tumult'ous noise Swell like a sea, and round me spread; The rising waves drown all my joys, And roll tremend'ous o’er my head.

Verse 3

Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove; The night shall hear me sing and pray.

Verse 4

I’ll cast myself before his feet, And say, "my God, my heav’nly rock, "Why doth thy love so long forget "The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?"

Verse 5

I’ll chide my heart that sinks so low, Why should my soul indulge her grief; Hope in the Lord and praise him too; He is my rest, my sure relief.

Verse 6

My God, my most exceeding joy. Thy light and truth shall guide me still, Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thine heav’nly hill.