My trembling drooping spirit faints
O’erwhelm’d with slavish fears,
While sad remembrance pains my mind
And feeds my flowing tears.
A thankful scene of mercy dies
Amid my dismal gloom,
While pain, disease, and sorrows wait
To push me to the tomb.
Hear me O God, to thee I call,
My strength, my righteousness;
Thou hast sustain’d and cheer’d my Soul
Amid my deep Distress.
Have mercy now, O gracious God,
And hear my humble cry;
Support me still, forsake me not
But be forever nigh.
O teach my weak desponding mind
To wait in patience still,
With every thought and wish resign’d
To all thy Sov’reign will.
Strengthen my Soul to trust in thee
Beneath thy chast’ning rod,
By Faith to hope and call thee mine
My Father and my God.
Permit me not to doubt thy Love,
Thy Mercy, or thy Power,
To bless my life, to cheer my heart
In death’s tremendous hour.
Encrease my Faith, confirm my hope,
And let my prospects rise
To worlds of bliss beyond the grave,
To Mansions in the skies.—
Text: Steele Collection, 10/2, Angus Library, Regent’s Park College, Oxford; also Whelan, Nonconformist Women Writers, vol. 4, pp. 138-39.