While lasts thy dread resentment! Lord, forbear

Verse 1

While lasts thy dread resentment! Lord, forbear; Displeas'd, thy chastisements are too severe.

Verse 2

Have mercy, Lord--a languid weakness reigns; Heal my distemper'd bones, and ease my pains.

Verse 3

Incessant ills my anguish'd soul distress; How long wilt thou delay, till thou redress?

Verse 4

Still I'll implore thee--turn, dread father, turn, Nor let thy mercy leave me thus forlorn.

Verse 5

In death of thee we no remembrance have, And who can praise thee in the silent grave?

Verse 6

Heaves my sad breast the live-long night with sighs; Suff8s'd with constant streams my sleepless eyes; My bed I water with the briny flood; Swims my wet couch with tears, O pitying God;

Verse 7

No more with florid Health my visage glows; The lilly now looks pale, where blush'd the rose; My sight's impair'd, my body wears away, While cruel foes haste on the swift decay!

Verse 8

Far hence, ye impious crouds; the Lord hath heard My earnest pray'r, my anguish'd soul he 'as chear'd;

Verse 9

My earnest pray'r I've not preferr'd in vain; My earnest pray'r my God will not disdain.

Verse 10

Confusion shall be theirs, that vex my soul; Their causeless enmity shall meet controul; With sudden terror seiz'd, lo! back they turn, No more I'm harrast, and no more I mourn.