LIX

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LIX

Judgment

If e’er I fall beneath Thy rod,

As through life’s snares I go,

Save me from David’s lot, O God!

And choose Thyself the woe.

How should I face Thy plagues? which scare,

And haunt, and stun, until

The heart or sinks in mute despair,

Or names a random ill.

If else⁠ ⁠… then guide in David’s path,

Who chose the holier pain;

Satan and man are tools of wrath,

An Angel’s scourge is gain.