Considerations on Part of the 88th Psalm

HEAVY, O Lord, on me thy judgments lie.
Accurst I am, while God rejects my cry.
O'erwhelm'd in darkness and despair I groan ;
And ev'ry place is hell ; for God is gone.
O ! Lord, arise, and let thy beams controul
Those horrid clouds, that press my frighted soul :
Save the poor wand'rer from eternal night,
Thou that art the God of light.

Downward I hasten to my destin'd place;
There none obtain thy aid, or sing thy praise.
Soon I shall lie in death's deep ocean drown'd ;
Is mercy there ; or sweet forgiveness found ?
O save me yet, whilst on the brink I stand ;
Rebuke the storm, and waft my soul to land.
O let her rest beneath thy wing secure,
Thou that art the God of pow'r.

Behold the prodigal ! to thee I come.
To hail my father, and to seek my home.
Nor refuge could I find, nor friend abroad.
Straying in vice, and destitute of God.
O let thy terrors, and my anguish end !
Be thou my refuge, and be thou my friend :
Receive the son thou didst so long reprove,
Thou that art the God of love.