59. Judgment
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IF e'er I fall beneath Thy rod, |
| As through life's snares I go, |
| Save me from David's lot, O God! |
| And choose Thyself the woe. |
How should I face Thy plagues? which scare, |
| And haunt, and stun, until |
| The heart or sinks in mute despair, |
| Or names a random ill. |
If else ... then guide in David's path, |
| Who chose the holier pain; |
| Satan and man are tools of wrath, |
| An Angel's scourge is gain. |
Off Malta.
January 10, 1833. |