10 10, 10 10, 10 10, 10 6. Psalm lxxxviii. 1 HEAVY on me, O Lord, thy judgments lie: And curst I am, for God neglects my cry; O Lord, in darkness, in despair I groan; And every place is hell; for God is gone! O Lord arise, and let thy beams control These horrid clouds that press my frighted soul, O rise and save me from eternal night! Thou art the God of light!
2 Downward I hasten to my destined place: There none obtain thy aid, none sing thy praise: Soon I shall lie in death's deep ocean drowned; Is mercy there, is sweet forgiveness found? O save me yet, while on the brink I stand! Rebuke these storms, and set me safe on land. O make my longings and thy mercy sure! Thou art the God of power!
3 Behold the weary prodigal is come, To thee his hope, his harbour, and his home. No father can he find, no friend abroad; Deprived of joy, and destitute of God. O let thy terrors and his anguish end! Be thou his father, Lord, be thou his friend; Receive the son thou didst so long reprove! Thou art the God of love!
