2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fear s
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears ?
3 No, rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Nor wilt withhold from me.
4 Thy favour all my journey through,
Thou art engaged to grant ;
What else I want, or think I do,
Tis better still to want.
5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way,
Shall I resist them both ?
A poor blind creature of a day,
And crush d before the moth !
6 But ah ! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway ;
Else the next cloud that veils the skies,
Drives all these thoughts away.
30.
Why should I complain ?
1 WHEN my Saviour, my Shepherd, is near,
How quickly my sorrows depart ?
New beauties around me appear,
New spirits enliven my heart :
His presence gives peace to my soul,
And Satan assaults me in vain ;
While my Shepherd his power controls
I think I no more shall complain.
2 But, alas ! what a change do I find,
When my Shepherd withdraws from my sight !
My fears all return to my mind,
My day is soon changed into night ;
Then Satan his efforts renews
To vex and ensnare me again ;
All my pleasing enjoyments I lose,
And can only lament and complain.
