Considerations - On Part Of The 88th Psalm. A College Exercise

Heavy, O Lord, on my thy judgements lie; Accursed I am while God rejects my cry. O'erwhelm'd in darkness and despair I groan, And every place is hell, for God is gone. O Lord, arise, and let thy beams control Those horrid clouds that press my frighted soul: Save the poor wanderer from eternal night, Thou that art the God of light. Downward I hasten to my destined place; There none obtain thy aid, or sing thy praise, Soon shall I 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 power. 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.