Second PART

Wilt thou shew Wonders to the Dead? Shall dead Men rise, thy Praise to spread? Shall thy great Love the Grave confess? Destruction speak thy Faithfulness? In Darkness shines thy mighty Hand? Thy Justice in Oblivion's Land? Tho', Lord, I've cry'd in vain, each Day, Before Thee; still I'll early pray. Why, Lord, cast'st thou my Soul from Thee? Why hid'st thy gracious Face from me? Distress'd from Youth, brought nigh the Grave, Thy Terrors me Amazement gave. Thy fierce Wrath over me hath past; Thy Terrors held, and bound me fast. Daily, around me, like the Tide, They flow, and compass ev'ry Side. Lover, and Friend, I dearly lov'd, Thou from my Sight hast far remov'd; And those that my Acquaintance were, In Darkness hide themselves, for Fear.