674. God of my life, look gently down

1 God of my life, look gently down,
Behold the pains I feel;
But I am dumb before thy throne,
Nor dare dispute thy will.

2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord,
They come at thy command;
I'll not attempt a murmuring word
Against thy chastening hand.

3 Yet I may plead with humble cries,
Remove thy sharp rebukes;
My strength consumes, my spirit dies,
Through thy repeated strokes.

4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand,
We moulder to the dust;
Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand,
And all our beauty's lost.

5 I'm but a sojourner below,
As all my fathers were,
May I be well prepar'd to go
When I the summons hear.

6 But if my life be spar'd a while,
Before my last remove,
Thy praise shall be my business still,
And I'll declare thy love.

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First Line: God of my life, look gently down
Meter: C. M.
Publication Date: 1828
Topic: Sick bed Devotion; or, pleading without repining; Sickness and Recovery
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