
When naught on earth could comfort give,
And when my soul these things abhorred,
Then, Lord, Thou said'st unto me, "Live."
Thou knowest the sorrows that I felt;
My plaints and groans were heard of Thee,
And how in sweat I seemed to melt
Thou help'st and Thou regardest me.
My wasted flesh Thou didst restore,
My feeble loins didst gird with strength,
Yea, when I was most low and poor,
I said I shall praise Thee at length.
What shall I render to my God
For all His bounty showed to me?
Even for His mercies in His rod,
Where pity most of all I see.
My heart I wholly give to Thee;
O make it fruitful, faithful Lord.
My life shall dedicated be
To praise in thought, in deed, in word.
Thou know'st no life I did require Longer
than still Thy name to praise,
Nor ought on earth worthy desire,
In drawing out these wretched days.
Thy name and praise to celebrate,
O Lord, for aye is my request.
O grant I do it in this state,
And then with Thee, which is the best.
6 comments:
The look is too girlie for you, Nathan.
The new look is for Spring and celebration of the fact that this is MY year to have a VERY green lawn with no weeds. It is called Dominion Theology. :)
The look is for a week..not sweat my pet.
I hate poetry.
Oh most definately man! I will for sure invite you for our next gig! It wasn't all that great though, we did pretty bad... heehee... but it was fun. No, sorry. Even if i continued to blog I wouldn't have any more ideas like i did before :( I kinda lost my sense of humor too... yeah, it's sad. so peace my friend
is she plagiarizing some psalms her? awfully familiar.
If she plagiarized, she couldn't have picked a finer text to take from. But my guess is that she simply knew the Psalms very well. Good poem regardless.
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