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