Second PART

What then, O Lord, can I expect, From such a fading World as this? My Hopes are plac'd on Thee alone, The Source, and Centre, of my Bliss. From all my Guilt, and Punishment, In Mercy, Lord, my Soul redeem; And make me not the Scorn of Fools, Who me reproach, and Thee blaspheme. But, Lord, because 'tis thou corrects't; I would be dumb, and not complain. Yet, lest thine Hand consume me quite, Thy heavy Strokes from me restrain. For if thou speak'st an angry Word, When ever Man offendeth Thee; His Beauty blasts, as eat by Moths, Sure ev'ry Man is Vanity. O hear my Pray'r, attend my Cry, With Pity Lord my Tears behold; I, as a Stranger sojourn here, As all my Fathers did of old. O Spare me, Lord, in Mercy spare, My wasted Strength to me restore; E'er by thy final Summons call'd, I hence shall go, and be no more.