|38 (3)||Psalm 38 Version 3||CM|
|MY soul, the final hour will come,
Quickly it hastens on,
To bear this body to the tomb,
And thee to scenes unknown.
|2||My frame, from striving here with woes,
Shall sigh and sink away,
And you, my eyelids, then shall close
On this world’s long-loved ray.
|3||Wherein that hourshall I receive
Relief for all my pain?
Though all earth’s rulers were my friends,
They all would help in vain!
|4||Great King of nature and of grace,
To Thee my spirit flies
From the deep pangs of death’s distress
Before Thy pitying eyes.
|5||O seal me by that mighty power,
Which to Thy love belongs;
May darkness veil my eyes no more,
And sight be turned to songs.
|Philip Doddridge, 1702-51|