Job 3: Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery?

To teach the wretched man,
From whence his miseries flow,
Discover sin the source of pain,
The cause of all our woe;
To show his soul's disease.
Suppress his murmuring sighs.
And fit him for internal peace.
And life that never dies.

O for that gracious power.
My load of life to bear.
And watch for the appointed hour,
With never-slackening care!
Thy glorious house above.
Father, I fain would see;
But how Thou wilt my soul remove.
And when, I leave to Thee.

O may I thus resign'd,
In every change and state.
The counsels of my Father's mind
With perfect patience wait.
Thy welcome will receive,
Alike indifferent I,
Or in the griefs of life to live,
Or in the joys to die.