Thy favour alone can supply

Thy favour alone can supply
The place of all other relief,
The pity that drops from Thine eye
Assuages and quiets my grief:
A widow in want and distress,
If Thee my Defender I prove,
I sweetly recover my peace,
And calmly rejoice in Thy love.

Now therefore a spirit receive,
Resolved upon Thee to depend,
And wholly to Thee let me live,
My only unchangeable Friend:
Preserve me a widow indeed,
Till call'd to my lasting abode,
From sorrow eternally freed,
And rapt to the bosom of God.