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. |
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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. |
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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! |
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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. |
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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. |
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Philip Doddridge, 1702-51 |