Pleading with submission. <br /> <br />O thou whose grace and justice reign <br />Enthroned above the skies, <br />To thee our hearts would tell their pain, <br />To thee we lift our eyes. <br /> <br />As servants watch their master's hand, <br />And fear the angry stroke; <br />Or maids before their mistress stand, <br />And wait a peaceful look; <br /> <br />So for our sins we justly feel <br />Thy discipline, O God; <br />Yet wait the gracious moment still, <br />Till thou remove thy rod. <br /> <br />Those that in wealth and pleasure live, <br />Our daily groans deride, <br />And thy delays of mercy give <br />Fresh courage to their pride. <br /> <br />Our foes insult us, but our hope <br />In thy compassion lies; <br />This thought shall bear our spirits up, <br />That God will not despise.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-123/
