Why Thus With Grief Oppressed My Heart
I. Why thus with Grief opprest, my Heart,
Dost thou, with Infidels, the Smart
Indulge of worldy Care?
Trust thou in God, who cares for Thee.
And shortens thy Necessity.
II. He will not leave thee comfortless:
He knows the Depth of thy Distress:
The Heav’ns andEarth are his:
‘Tis the Creator of us all,
Supplies thy Wants, and hears thee call.
III. My God, the Dealer of my Lot,
I trust i thee, forsake me not,
Thy Creature, and thy Child:
To me, a Heap of filthy Dust,
Without thy Smiles, all Comfort’s lost.
IV. The Miser’s Boast is in his Hoard,
But mine is in the living Lord,
Tho’ here I bear Contempt:
This Truth I never will recant;
Who trust in God shall never want.
V. Elijah speak! who gave thee Bread,
When Dearth and Drought had overspread
Thy land for sev’ral Years?
Did not the Widow’s Cruise supply
Her own and thy Necessity?
VI. When near the Juniper thou lay,
God sent his Messenger away
To furnish thee with Food,
Which that uncommon Vigour gave,
That thou couldst reach Mount Horeb’s Cave.
VII. Good Daniel, in the Lions Den,
God ne’er forgot, tho’ left by Men,
But sent his Angel down
To seize the prophet’s Harvest-Mess,
For his beloved in Distress.
VIII. Tho’ Joseph, into Egypt sold,
By Potiphar was laid in Hold,
For keeping God’s Command:
God rais’d him up to great Renown,
To save that Nation and his own.
IX. Did not the Furnace lose its Pow’r,
When sev’n Times heated to devour
The Three Men in the Flame?
God sent his Angel to their Aid,
And made the Tyrant sore afraid.
X. Thy Plenty, Lord! is still as great,
As t’was in Time of ancient Date:
In Thee is all my Trust:
Enrich my Soul with Faith and Love;
Then have I ev’ry where enough.
XI. Vain worldly Pomp I glad forbear:
Lord! grant me but the meanest Share
Of Bliss thou hast procur’d,
By thy most bitter Death and Tomb;
This antedates the Joys to come.
XII. Whate’er this present World adores;
Its Silver and its golden Stores,
With all its glitt’ring Shew:
These all to Worldlings I resign,
And live content, if God be mine.
XIII. I’ll magnify thee, Christ, my Lord,
Who hast confinc’d me by thy Word
Of thine eternal Truth:
Lord, make me constant in my Race
To everlasting Blessedness.
XIV. All Honour, Praise and Glory be
To Thee, most awful Trinity!
For this thy Grace bestow’d:
Encrease in us thy blessed Love,
‘Till Faith gives Way to Sight above.