“Let my cry come near before thee.” Ps. 119. 169
A. Serle 7s
If to thee I breathe my prayer,
Lord, wilt thou not deign to hear?
Shall I seek, but seek in vain?
Shall I ask, and not obtain?
Shall the foretaste thou hast wrought,
Be to disappointment brought,
(Though thy promise calls it sure),
Of the life that shall endure?
Lord, to thee I trembling run,
Void of refuge and undone;
And if thou reject my prayer,
Ruined, lost, I’ll perish there!