1 Whence do our mournful Tho'ts arise?
and where's our Courage fled?
Has restless Sin and raging Hell
struck all our Comforts dead?
2 Have we forgot th' almighty Name
that form'd the Earth and Sea?
And can an all-creating Arm
grow weary, or decay?
3 Treasures of everlasting Might
in our Jehovah dwell;
He gives the Conquest to the weak,
and treads their Foes to Hell.
4 Mere mortal Power shall fade and die,
and youthful Vigour cease,
But we that wait upon the Lord
shall feel our Strength increase.
5 The Saints shall mount on Eagles Wings,
and taste the promis'd Bliss,
'Till their unwearied Feet arrive
where perfect Pleasure is.
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First Line: | Whence do our mournful Tho'ts arise? |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1760 |
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