Job 42:12: So the Lord blessed the latter end of Job more, &c

Are there. Saviour, can there be
Happy days reserved for mc?
Child of sorrow from the womb,
Hoping, should I not presume?
After all my evils pass'd,
Good may I expect at last.
Cease on earth to sin and grieve.
See my God appeased, and live?

Jesus, if Thou dost intend
To ble.ss me in my latter end,
Now Thy gracious mind declare,
Chide my sadness of despair;
If Thou dost not save me now.
Yet before my head I bow,
Speak into my troubled breast
The earnest of eternal rest.