Heavy, O Lord, on my thy judgements lie; <br />Accursed I am while God rejects my cry. <br />O'erwhelm'd in darkness and despair I groan, <br />And every place is hell, for God is gone. <br />O Lord, arise, and let thy beams control <br />Those horrid clouds that press my frighted soul: <br />Save the poor wanderer from eternal night, <br />Thou that art the God of light. <br /> <br />Downward I hasten to my destined place; <br />There none obtain thy aid, or sing thy praise, <br />Soon shall I lie in death's deep ocean drown'd: <br />Is mercy there, or sweet forgiveness found? <br />O save me yet whilst on the brink I stand; <br />Rebuke the storm, and waft my soul to land, <br />O let her rest beneath thy wing secure, <br />Thou that art the God of power. <br /> <br />Behold the prodigal! to thee I come, <br />To hail my father, and to seek my home. <br />Nor refuge could I find, nor friend abroad, <br />Straying in vice, and destitute of God. <br />O let thy terrors and my anguish end! <br />Be thou my refuge, and be thou my friend: <br />Receive the son thou didst so long reprove, <br />Thou that art the God of love.<br /><br />Matthew Prior<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/considerations-on-part-of-the-88th-psalm-a-college-exercise/
