Book of Psalms
PSALM XXXIX.
George Burgess
I said, 'my mouth shall hold its guard;
My lips shall feel their portals barr'd;\"
And while the impious hearken'd round,
Not e'en thy praise could wake a sound;
Till the pent fire a passage broke,
And thus my tortur'd bosom spoke.
\"Lord, let me know my length of days,
And where shall end these weary ways!
Lo, thou hast made my years a span;
So frail the surest step of man;
While here he walks mid shadows vain,
And piles for unknown hands his gain.
Where, then, shall hope in safety wait.
Where, but at mercy's heav'nly gate?
Oh, save me, Lord, from sin and shame,
Nor let thy foes revile thy name;
But mid my griefs, I meekly bow,
For none has struck the blow but thou.
Yet, God of grace, remove thy stroke;
Beneath thy hand my strength is broke:
Oh, when thou send'st the chast'ning doom,
How swiftly fades our beauty's bloom,
How sinks our glory and our toil,
As wastes the moth his fragile spoil!
Lord, hear my cry with fav'ring ears;
In pity mark my swelling tears;
While, like my fathers, to the dead,
A pilgrim stranger, on I tread:
A little while, my strength restore,
Ere men shall see my face no more!'
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Poetry of the Psalms
The "Poetry of the Psalms" is a collection of poems expressing the struggles, fears, anger, joy and love revealed in the Psalms of the Bible. They were written over hundreds of years by various authors, including Isaac Watts, Charles Wesley, George Burgess, Charles Spurgeon, Abraham Coles, Augustus Toplady, Tate and Brady.
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