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Text: | Pleading with GOD under Affliction |
Author: | Stennett |
1 Why should a living man complain
Of deep distress within,
Since every sigh, and every pain,
Is but the fruit of sin?
2 No, Lord, I'll patiently submit,
Nor ever dare rebel;
Yet sure I may, here at thy feet,
My painful feelings tell.
3 Thou seest what floods of sorrow rise,
And beat upon my soul;
One trouble to another cries,
Billows on billows roll.
4 From fear to hope, and hope to fear,
My ship-wreck'd soul is tost;
'Till I am tempted in despair,
To give up all for lost.
5 Yet through the stormy clouds I'll look,
Once more to thee, my God:
O fix my feet upon a rock,
Beyond the gaping flood!
6 One look of mercy from thy face,
Would set my heart at ease;
One all-commanding word of grace
Will make the tempest cease.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Why should a living man complain |
Title: | Pleading with GOD under Affliction |
Author: | Stennett |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Topic: | Affliction |