A Selection of Hymns ‎#DXXXVIII

DXXXVIII. Complaint and Hope under great Pain

1 Lord, I am pain'd; but I resign
My body to thy will;
'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine,
Appoints the pains I feel.

2 Dark are thy ways of providence,
While they who love thee groan;
Thy reasons lies conceal'd from sense,
Mysterious and unknown.

3 Yet nature may have leave to speak,
And plead before her God,
Lest the o'erburthen'd heart should break
Beneath thine heavy rod.

4 These mournful groans and flowing tears,
Give my poor spirit ease;
While every groan my father hears,
And every tear he sees.

5 [How shall I glorify my God
In bonds of grief confin'd?
Damp'd is my vigor, while this clod
Hands heavy on my mind.]

6 Is not some smiling hour at hand
With peace upon its wings?
Give it, O God, thy swift command,
With all the joys it brings.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, I am paine'; but I resign
• Title: Complaint and Hope under great Pain
• Author: Dr. Watts
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Topic: Times and Seasons: Sickness; Complaint and hop in sickness
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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