Judgment

If e’er I fall beneath Thy rod, As through life’s snares I go, Save me from David’s lot, O God! And choose Thyself the woe.

How should I face Thy plagues? which scare, And haunt, and stun, until The heart or sinks in mute despair, Or names a random ill.

If else … then guide in David’s path, Who chose the holier pain; Satan and man are tools of wrath, An Angel’s scourge is gain.