English poem
Songs in such a Night
by Cotton Mather (1663–1728)
Oppress'd with Loads of Grief, Art thou My Soul, O why dejected so? Why do thy Grievous passions now Into a Restless Tumult grow!
In God thy Hope Rejoycing place; My God He is by Covenant; I'll praise Him still: Joy to my Face The Help of His will surely grant.
My Spirit is, how Sorrowful! But Lord, I do pour out before Thy Grace the Sorrows of my Soul; And now I will be Sad no more.
The CHRIST I see not, yet I know, I Trust and Love; Thro' CHRIST there's given A Joy unutterable to My Faith, a Joy that's full of Heaven.
More by Cotton Mather
- PSAL. XII. To the chief Musician upon Sheminith, A Psalm of David
- PSAL. XXI. To the chief Musician, a Psalm of David
- PSAL. XXXII. A Psalm of David, Maschil
- PSAL. XXXVI. To the chief Musician, a Psalm of David, the servant of the Lord
- The Child at his Food
- The Child on the Lord's Day
- The Child seeing the Funeral of another Child
- The Child thinking on his Baptism