CLIX. Hearing the Voice of GOD's Rod.

ATTEND, my Soul, with rev'rend Awe
The Dictates of thy GOD;
Silent and trembling hear the Voice
Of his appointed Rod.

Now let me search and try my Ways,
And prostrate seek his Face,
Conscious of Guilt before his Throne
In Dust my Soul abase.

Teach me, my GOD, what's yet unknown,
And all my Crimes forgive;
Those Crimes would I no more repeat,
But to thy Honour live.

My wither'd Joys too plainly shew,
That all on Earth is vain;
In GOD my wounded Heart confides
True Rest and Bliss to gain.

Father, I wait thy gracious Call,
To leave this mournful Land,
And bathe in Rivers of Delight,
That flow at thy right Hand.