Religion
Job 3:1: Job cursed his day
From Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures (1762) · Osborn ed., vol. 9 (1870)
Religion
Impatient of a Father's rod.
In gloomy, discontented pain,
No more I quarrel with my God,
Of life ungratefully complain;
But humbled in the dust, approve
The kind design of heavenly love.
Bless'd be the day that I was born
A candidate for endless bliss!
If to my latest hour I mourn.
Yet will I praise my God for this,
Bear up beneath a weight of clay,
And triumph in my natal day.
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Wesley, Charles. “Job 3:1: Job cursed his day.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/3078/.
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Wesley, Charles. “Job 3:1: Job cursed his day.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wesley_c/3078/.
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